A Song For Ernest Hemingway

The sky goes from concrete to charcoal I'm laying on my back on the roof Gonna shoot these clouds full of holes I need some fucking light to pour through Cause December's got me up against the ropes And I don't know how to get loose I can't get feeling back in my toes From walking in circles with you Like we're lost Canadian geese I should be south of here already [Chorus] I'll be your dead bird, you'll be my bloodhound You're just doing what you're told Pick my body off the ground I'll be your dead bird... I'm staring at Hemingway's shotgun And I'll picture him drinking alone He's forgetting things that he wouldn't have before His eyes are starting to go And I heard all about how his plane went down After Christmas in the Congo Read about his own death in the paper I bet it was freeing to know When you destroy everything worth chasing There's no where left to go [Full Chorus] I'll be your dead bird, you'll be my bloodhound You're just doing what you're told Pick my body off the ground I'll be your dead bird Hanging from your mouth You're doing like you're told Gonna make your master proud It's good to know I didn't die for nothing [Bridge] December’s got me backed into a corner again My ears are back, my teeth are showing I'm combing through the wreckage trying to find where I've been I still get phantom pains but from a safer distance [Full Chorus] I'll be your dead bird, you'll be my bloodhound You're just doing what you're told Pick my body off the ground I'll be your dead bird Hanging from your mouth You're doing like you're told Gonna make your master proud It's good to know I didn’t die for nothing [Bridge] December's got me backed into a corner again My ears are back (I didn't die for nothing) My teeth are showing I'm combing through the wreckage trying to find where I've been I still get phantom pains I didn't die for nothing