作词 : Alexander Gow
作曲 : Alexander Gow
I'm a dying pooch, you ought to put me down
I turned a sickly shade of grey while other guys got brown
Some people said I was good, other people said I was great
I met the governor of California, I called him mate
And he kicked me straight in the guts man
He's got me dragging my feet man

I had the clowns, I had the horses, had the pigeons too
I had the whole damn circus promise my debut
Then I called for the doctor said oh how my head aches
He said the birds just go crazy for that dead beat taste

I got the black bird baby picking in my brains
I sold my soul to the devil, but the devil don't pay

I got the fever foxy mama used to make me feel good
But that same fever baby don't make me feel like it should
Now there's a woman before me, I guess my luck has changed
I try to give her what she wants, but my will has been broken
Had it all planned out, I drew the map in the sand
Then the hurricane hit, now I'm in hostile land
Things are going pretty bad, I guess they can only get worse
I got sent to Jesus freaks and all I need is a nurse

I got the black bird baby picking at my brains
Just tie my bones to the saddle, let go of the reins

Well you may find yourself walking down a cobblestone street
You see me tied to the column where the wise men speak
I hear they're giving out stones, I'll let your aim be true
And don't pity me because I wouldn't pity you

I got the black bird baby picking in my brains