Cuttlebone
       

[instrumental]

Here's to the bitter leaf
On top of the flagpole
Here's to what comes to grief
On a coral shoal
You'll be the last overkill
By the First Airborne
You'll be the cornmill
I'll be the corn

Check out the nuclear theater
Where I set the stage
When a private investigator
Asked about your age

You'll be my sole survivor
I'll be your fallout zone
You'll be my pearldiver
I'll be your diving stone
You'll be my pearldiver
I'll be your diving stone

Here's to brisket of beef
Mustard and mayonnaise
Here's to our commander in chief
Out to lunch in the maze
You'll be three bags full
I'll be Samson shorn
You'll be Sitting Bull
At the Little Bighorn

Check out the high pressure
I found so hard to gauge
When you took that refresher
Course on riot and rampage

You'll be my crazy diamond
I'll be your Sierra Leone
You'll be my crime and
I'll be your sentence postponed

Till we've all been sold up the river to Sing Sing
With nothing to show but our clipped wings
And the Pink Floyd album we thought we'd outgrown
But listen to now on one set of earphones

[instrumental]

Here's to the cherished belief
We must sacrifice our kids
Here's to the data thief
Now living off the grid
You'll be a tinker's dam
I'll be your firstborn
You'll be the luckless ram
Caught up in the thorn

Check out the Bay State Hymnal
And my earmarked page
When that cyber criminal
First hacked into your cage

You'll be my Syd Barrett
I'll be your anticyclone
You'll be my red-billed parrot
I'll be your cuttlebone
You'll be my red-billed parrot
I'll be your cuttlebone

[instrumental]

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