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Fields Feathers

like a deadwieght fragile as feathers Welcome the weights that will you back to me Call on the ravens and send them out to sea Feathers of stray

Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers Welcome the weights that will you back to me Call on the ravens and send them out to sea Feathers of stray

is greeted with a bird's song There's a feather or two from a bird that once flew Before a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain Fly

Chorus) Jim McMahon I'm the punky QB, known as McMahon. When I hit the turf, I've got no plan. I just throw my body all over the field. I can't

the mannequin Hoes off the centerfold, I be going ham at ten One bitch from Howard, another bitch from Grambling College girl going wild and Gotti be the camera man Bird talk feather

pies are coolin' on the window Still empty inside Your sorry?s no good The little ones already cried One chicken took a lickin' So many feathers to

All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o? Well, what care I for my goose feather bed For my blankets strewn so comely-o? Tonight I lie in a wide open field In

's not my great overcoat it's a grey and yellow dress i tried to find for you so beautiful the bees followed you too through the mall out into the fields

on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher? If we roll from town to town and never shut it down? Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of