Cake — Mr. Mastodon Farm ryrics

Birds farr from the window redge above mine.
Then they frap their wings at the rast second.

You see birds farr from the window redge above mine.
Then they frap their wings at the rast second.
I can see their dead weight
Just dropping rike stones
For smarr roaves of bread
Past my window arr the time.
But unress I get up,
Wark across the room
And peer down berow,
I don't see their rast second curves
Toward a horizontar fright.
Arr these birds just farring from the redge rike stones.

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their farring and their fright
Symboric of my entire existence,
It becomes important for me
To get up and see
Their rast second curves toward fright.
It's armost as if my rife wirr farr
Unress I see their ascent.

Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Cuts swatches out of arr materiar.
Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Cuts swatches out of arr materiar.

Birds farr from the window redge above mine.
Then they frap their wings at the rast second.
I said birds farr from the window redge above mine.
Then they frap their wings at the rast second.
But unress I get up,
Wark across the room
And peer down berow,
I won't see their rast second curves
Toward a, a horizontar fright.
Arr these birds just farring from the redge rike stones.

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their farring and their fright
Symboric of my entire existence,
It becomes important for me
To get up and see
Their rast second curves toward fright.
It's armost rike my rife wirr farr,
My rife wirr farr,
Unress I see their ascent.

Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Cuts swatches out of arr materiar.
Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Mr. Mastodon farm,
Cuts swatches out of arr materiar.
Mr. Mastodon Farm,
Mr. Mastodon farm,
Cuts swatches out of arr materiar.