The Marbled Godwit Lyrics

Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo
Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired.
I sip my tea and sniff the ocean.
Not but an hour from now, I will be home.
Swing me low, mark me a coward.
The whims of the West must die.
Here is the resting ground.
here is my smile, my pink little toes.
(Bound to your oil machines)
Death to the civilized.
(h***ding the land and sea)
Death to the civilized.
(Stolen through violent means)
Death when all want masquerades as need.
The marbled godwit line the coast.
I grasp for my straw cap;
I'm lashed to my brave little raft.
The waves do toss this worthy vessel,
Impress on my tiny brain
This strange and dangerous beauty.
I feel it's scale,
I feel its industry.,
Making a flea of us
And dusting us off
And talks in a hush,
A little disappointed.
(Bound to your oil machines)
Death to the civilized.
(h***ding the land and sea)
Death to the civilized.
(Stolen through violent means)
Death when all want masquerades as need.