spread eagle

The day is overdone
Vicious hands are tired
The crowd has ducked their heads
And sleeping things are sighing
The chorus had them fooled
Fools were bound to sing
The song was full of tricks
That straightened all their streams
Now a mission comes in forms
Delight to some, and scorn
From the farthest mountain sang
To where a body hangs
So come and make a fist
Kiss yr knuckles raw
Come and bend yr stream
What do you think you see?

Alll spread eagle on the floor
Mourning a bird
Alll spread eagle on the floor
Mourning a bird
Alll spread eagle on the floor
Mourning a bird
Alll spread eagle on the floor
Mourning a bird