Backwards Falconer - Small Feet

The backwards falconer

The inside out cowboy

The upside down still

Amrs so long the sun on their face

The marvels of the rich and underpaid

You should’ve checked yourself

Before checking them out

There’s no movement besides

The movement in your bowels

Assurances remain

And they’re making you smile

I like to think of myself

In terms of a gathering sou

Or that I’m recruiting an army of heathens

From the north

To struck the very heart, the very core

To raise our voice till they be ignored

I wonder if the effort ever equals the worth

Watching one’s son giving hell to the earth

Inspiring the atoms in my body to burst

It’s breakdown on ten

You weren’t really with, no you weren’t without

You know enough to know You won’t be figuring it out

Sometimes it’s enough to end the walk for a while

Although it isn’t free to sing you’re not free to try

They won’t want to talk at you then talk to no one

I’ve drunk so much my body must be ninety percent ‘bon

Oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh