Iron Bound / Fancy Poultry Lyrics

	In the ironbound section near Avenue L
	Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
	The clouds so low the morning so slow
	As the wires cut through the sky
	The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground
	Into little triangles and the rails run round
	Through the rust and the heat
	The light and sweet coffee color of her skin
	Bound up in wire and fate
	Watching her walk him up to the gate
	In front of the ironbound school yard.
	Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
	She says they look for the light they try to make sense.
	They come up through the cracks
	Like grass on the tracks
	She touches him goodbye.
	Steps off the curb and into the street
	The blood and feathers near her feet
	Into the ironbound market
	In the ironbound section near Avenue L
	Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
	The clouds so low the morning so slow
	As the wires cut through the sky
	She stops at the stall
	Fingers the ring
	Opens her purse
	Feels a longing
	Away from the ironbound border
	＂Fancy poulty parts sold here.
	Breasts and thighs and hearts.
	Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free.
	Nearly free＂

	In the ironbound section near Avenue L
	Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
	The clouds so low the morning so slow
	As the wires cut through the sky
	The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground
	Into little triangles and the rails run round
	Through the rust and the heat
	The light and sweet coffee color of her skin
	Bound up in wire and fate
	Watching her walk him up to the gate
	In front of the ironbound school yard.
	Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
	She says they look for the light they try to make sense.
	They come up through the cracks
	Like grass on the tracks
	She touches him goodbye.
	Steps off the curb and into the street
	The blood and feathers near her feet
	Into the ironbound market
	In the ironbound section near Avenue L
	Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
	The clouds so low the morning so slow
	As the wires cut through the sky
	She stops at the stall
	Fingers the ring
	Opens her purse
	Feels a longing
	Away from the ironbound border
	Fancy poulty parts sold here.
	Breasts and thighs and hearts.
	Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free.
	Nearly free

	In the ironbound section near Avenue L
	Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
	The clouds so low the morning so slow
	As the wires cut through the sky
	The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground
	Into little triangles and the rails run round
	Through the rust and the heat
	The light and sweet coffee color of her skin
	Bound up in wire and fate
	Watching her walk him up to the gate
	In front of the ironbound school yard.
	Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
	She says they look for the light they try to make sense.
	They come up through the cracks
	Like grass on the tracks
	She touches him goodbye.
	Steps off the curb and into the street
	The blood and feathers near her feet
	Into the ironbound market
	In the ironbound section near Avenue L
	Where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
	The clouds so low the morning so slow
	As the wires cut through the sky
	She stops at the stall
	Fingers the ring
	Opens her purse
	Feels a longing
	Away from the ironbound border
	Fancy poulty parts sold here.
	Breasts and thighs and hearts.
	Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free.
	Nearly free

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