Lyrics The Red Shoes Ballet Premiere - Brian Easdale

-How did my father die?
49 times, We fought that beast.
Your old Man and Me.
It had a chicken head with duck feet,
With a Woman's face too.
-Aw, that's rad!
And it was waiting in the bushes for us,
Then it ripped of your Dad's face.
He was screaming something awful.
In fact there was this huge mess,
And I had to change the floors.
-The floors?
You see, his blood, it drained into the boards,
And I had to change 'em.
But we all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

-Yo,
Never knew
My dad
He didn't
Care about me.
Dead horizon,
Is all my macro-binoculars see.
Moisture-Farming
All my life
And not a drop spilt.
My aunt and uncle, double suns,
And sippin' blue milk.
My aunt and uncle, double suns,
I'm sick of blue milk.

But then a desert hobo came and told me,
-We all got Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Hold me when I open like a flower.
Hold me right.
Yeah, I ain't had to bake for a girl in a long time,
A long time.
-I think my cooking's awesome.
I've got her picture in my photo wagon.
-Ha ha, keep it poppin'.
Yeah,
She'd probably love to Honky tonk.
(She'd probably love to Honky tonk.)
That's what I said.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don't find,
What I don't wanna find.
Waitin' for me 'round the corner,
Oh no, no.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don't find any more,
-Crispy bodies by the door.

49 times, yeah it was 49 times.
And now it might be waiting for you.
Could hiding behind that scrap pile.
-That's just a big cow.

I know you really want someone to hold you,
But we all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Something's waiting in the bushes for us.
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don't find, What I don't wanna find.
Waitin' for me 'round the corner,
Oh no, no.