Sing Song Bird

Give me your shoulder, I'm a sing song bird My savior says that I'm the words I map across a daylight blinding you Chicken-boned and with a 10-cent bunk Claimed Jesus spoke (though I was drunk) Untied my shoe and told me what to do: "Warn the boys are about the dimmer rooms That try to woo them all with their cheap perfume Rooms like this, a pathway to the fall Warn the girls about the dimmer stars That try to woo them all with the cheap guitars The morning fades the glitter on their song Warn the boys are about the dimmer rooms That try to woo them all with their cheap perfume The sun don't sweat the souls that get the call Warn the girls about the dimmer stars That try to woo them all with the cheap guitars Dear Lord, give me the strength to shade you all"