Flightless Bird, American Mouth

         C
I was a quick-wit boy
            Am
Diving too deep for coins
              F
All of your street blind eyes
            G
Wide on my plastic toys
              C
Then when the cops closed the fair
          Am
I cut my long baby hair
            F
Stole me a dog-eared map
               G
And called for you everywhere

        C
Have I found you?
  Am              F        G
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
   C
Or lost you?
 Am
American mouth
F         G
Big pill looming

          C
Now I'm a fat house cat
           Am
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
             F
Watching the warm poison rats
                   G
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
           C
pissing on magazine photos
     Am                           F
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
             G
Blood of Christ mountain stream

        C
Have I found you?
  Am              F        G
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
   C
Or lost you?
 Am
American mouth
F         G     F   G C     C    Am   F    G
Big pill, stuck going down humm humm humm humm