Kronik Bird

The beast is loose, it’s off its noose,
And it’s coming after you.
All your years as a politician,
Now it’s you, who will get fucked.
Bent over again, to blank out the shame,
No drink can erase, this black empty space,
Or the fear of disgrace.

The local vicar has sticky fingers
All’s not as it seems, his holy ness
Is an unholy mess, a product of the scheams
This wine tastes bitter, it’s rubbish
But all we can afford, the collection plate
Met it’s fate, to feed the Kronik Bird

The Kronik bird prays
As it counts down the days,
Until the evil escapes.
No drink can erase,
This black empty space,
Or the fear of disgrace

A way with words, or away with birds
To part you from your stash
In a moment he’ll vanish,
The empty space remains.
Born from a black seed,
An incurable disease
The Kronik bird prays,
As it counts down the days.
Until the evil escapes.

The Kronik bird prays
As it counts down the days,
Until the evil escapes.
No drink can erase,
This black empty space,
Or the fear of disgrace.