Johnnie Newman — Birds of Paradise lyrics

Lyrics

I’m sick of waking up crooked in the afternoon
I’m sick of direwolves howling at the paper moon
I’m sick of mercenary women in designer shoes
The sunburnt congregation of fools
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Carry on, shine with your life
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Sing your song, fly or die
I’m sick of missionaries telling me what to do
Like band silk spun from a silver spoon
Lying outside by the swimming pool
She got a pink Blackberry and a new tattoo
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Carry on, shine with your life
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Sing your song, fly or die
I’m sick of white head bullies making all the wrong moves
A bunch of dead men walking in business suits
Hiding all the medicine, hiding all the loot
When the levee is breaking in, we’re coming after you
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Carry on, shine with your life
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Sing your song, fly or die