The Man with the birds
He’s coming, he’s crowing
Angry old man wants something, is nothing
Tear it all down, dig up the ground
Birdman, who do you think you’re impressing?

Thanksgiving is here for the man and his birds
“Eat up my friends and let’s do some shooting!”
Sacred riverbed shot up with their lead
“Not my fault if people are paying”
No more weddings were held or dances were led
The man with the birds keeps taking, keeps snaking

An angry young man grew up on the land
Took back what his father had given