Cemetery pigeons, checking out the graves
Cemetery pigeons, leaving little footprints
On the dirt beside a paved walkway
Cemetery pigeons, are you from abroad?
Do you ever think about the pigeons that you lost?


Well, I don't want to be here, I don't want to go home
I don't want to take up any more space
I don't want just bitch and moan
Cemetery pigeons, house pets of the dead
Whеre do you go when the lakе is frozen
And you've got no stupid red hat for your little grey head?

Cemetery pigeons, phantom skunks
Howls and wails and necropolis snails
And the young postmodern punks
Exhale cigarette smoke, a cold blueberry cloud
During a brief stint I smoked that shit
On the delivery route out of town
It felt so unimportant, but I really fucking tried
I could do so much better If I knew how to do it
I cried, while the anarchists danced and got high
They sang "fuck the city"
But I'm always caught in between