Frank Black and the Catholics
Don’t Clip Your Wings
Now here comes sonny Jim
See he's raised up from the dead
Guess I'll end up just like him someone said
Always leaving town
And all that kind of thing Darlin'

Don't clip your wings
Don't love the ground
Don't clip your wings
'Cause I'm sure to let you down

Now I think of Cleopatra
Still the queen of the Nile
Barring her disaster
You got her smile
Now I hear the sound
Of a goddess start to sing

Don't clip your wings
Don't love the ground
Don't clip your wings
'Cause I'm sure to let you down

Don't clip your wings
Don't love the ground
Don't clip your wings
'Cause I'm sure to let you down