The Ostrich

I look at life with my head in a sand pit
A great escape from a world that’s bull shit
People hate me, and I never wander why
They look at me, like they just want me to die

Coz I’m an Ostrich
I’m an Ostrich, baby
I run away from all the hardship

Scheming and running away from it all
The cash want man, has my life by the ball’s
My girl friend left me, for a rabbit and her hand
No-one wants to be a part of the ostrich band

Coz I’m an Ostrich
I’m an Ostrich, baby
I run away from all the hardship

Playing in a chicken shed
It boil’s the brains
Of music’s living dead

I’ve bin around the block, and I’ve seen it all before
I hid in my sand pit, with the blakelock at my door
With dust in my feathers, and schemes on my brain
In my mind I’ll do it all again,
I lost my girl, and all my friends
I can’t tell myself, I won’t do it all
Again, again, again

©Wednesday, 26 August 2009 Alex Kyriacou