What Will We Do When There's Nothing Left?
Minor Birds
The sky turns from blue to green As I run along the barren stream Feathers and talons Teeth and scales Coming up from the ground Reaching up from hell They only take what I won’t sell So I sell, and I sell, and I… Out of breath I’ve been running too long I’ve got nothing to show My wind is gone I’m an old tired fox The hounds have my smell Through the woods and creeks They never lose my trail They only take what I won’t sell So I sell, and I sell and I…