Feathered Friends by Greenslade
What's your poison?
Well here's mud in your eye
And here's to all our feathered friends that used to fly
Gone is all motion, on land and in ocean and sky
It's time to leave, if we can heave ourselves away from here
While the sun is still burning
Even though we're just learning to fly
We can get by, by and by
Was it poison that made everything die?
Or was it man who planned to help, but didn't try?
The few that were chosen to lead must have chosen to lie
It's time to go if we're to show the others what we know
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