Cuckoo - Cass McCombs

Dawn in Albany

Statesmen are still asleep

The first noise heard

Through the dew: «cuckoo!»

A rattle follows

The coroner’s office glows

This is my portrait of you, Cuckoo

Cuckoo is your given name

Christened in the solitude of Fame

Ah!

Friends as such!

Whose love is without touch

All four horsemen are you

Cuckoo

Like Brughel’s Miser in the frame

Quite literally, you’re insane

A cop-out?

So flippantly talked about

Stand up, here comes your cue…

«cuckoo!»