Letra da Música Little Bird de Burning Heads

Spoiled child of the modern age filled with useless rage
Keeps looking for something that's nowhere to be found
I'm being fed like a little bird who can't seem to fly
I could sit and wonder why but it's easier not to think

I always had more than I needed but still I don't see the green grass green
The land of honey remains out of reach

I'm being fed like a little bird who can't seem to fly
I could sit and wonder why but it's easier not to think

I'm against the grain and I don't make it I'm a peace of the puzzle that just doesn't fit
I'll change the world when I finish my meal I don't wanna face it if it's real

I know I don't know what I like I don't even know what I want
Like a little bird who can't seem to fly like a little bird