the sun makes prunes of us all
i open my eyes and i'm asleep
don't sleep in the grass,
it will eat you alive;
you stayed in the grass too long,
and it ate you alive.
you make the devil's angels say thank you,
the folded blades of grass
will never recover their height.
mexicans get pretty in the sun,
i just get hot and burn.
sleep on you father's ashes if you must,
he's been in the dust
you just didn't see him.
mockingbird is tired of repeating
he just wants to be like you and me.
the pirate ship is waiting to take you away;
finish that beer, man
get your head out of your pocket.
the sun is hotter than you think,
people you don't know are dying,
like your brother and his family,
and you keep feeding the mockingbird.
he's tired of singing to people without ears.
sick of it,
sick of singing,
sick to death of mocking.
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who is the mockingbird? is it sinful nature? tell me tell me.
it could be sinful nature, in a sense...it works that way, but it is people who try to tell someone they love things that person doesn't want to hear; and they feel they must keep repeating themselves because of the deep harm that person is doing to him/herself.
in the other sense it is demons who continue telling that person lies.
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