Bird Feeder Lyrics - Singles - Mac Lethal

I'm gettin' older now 

I gotta pry these vices off me that just bolt me down 

So let the pulses gauge 

I fill the pipes of my kitchen sink with scotch 

Wash the glass out, do my dishes, sweep my spot 

I was glossy-eyed smokin weed on my canopy 

But nowadays all I really need is my family 

I found solace, I found a gal that don't bite 

My heartbeats resembling the sound of calliope pipes 

Don't wanna be my dad's senile son 

But my momma's death taught me how to treat my lungs 

You see, nothing cleanses me like a three mile run 

It'll help me untangle every dream I've spun 

I am lookin' at my new front door 

I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor 

I am lookin at my new front door 

And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core 

I am a figure, a father figure of sorts 

Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short 

Still I'm, I'm right here 

If they don't wanna love me, fuck 'em 

I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't 

I will be confined by a genre 

And that ain't a mantra 

I just think it's healthy for me to wander 

Throught the pomegranate haze 

The ghost towns and promenades 

Where corporate penpushers choke down their marmalade 

Engineers of romance, Huxters 

Avenue performers, balloon twisting buskers 

Multi-colored pill-shoveling slimeball shady pool hustlers 

Discharge carcinogens outta their car mufflers 

My town still breeds deers and wild foxes 

My life is scattered all around the house in brown boxes 

I am an antique human, I am a man 

That's quite suspicious of God's plan, you understand. 

I am lookin' at my new front door 

I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor 

I am lookin at my new front door 

And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core 

I am a figure, a father figure of sorts 

Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short 

Still I'm, I'm right here 

If they don't wanna love me, fuck 'em 

I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't 

I understood suicide better than ever 

But it just ain't for me, it's not my cup of tea 

I accept the challenge that my demons are presenting though 

That means being patient with a six-year old 

That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make love 

And just because we break down doesn't mean we break up 

And yeah, we got money problems, so what 

We share a love that's so robust 

(bring the drums in) 

I'm gonna follow those archaic guidlines 

Have a family, stay healthy through my lifetime 

I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, baseball practice 

I yearn for a therapeutic tracklist 

My dad is 66-years old, he runs three miles every other day 

What more can I say? 

But these are the golden years, friends 

I loved my 20's but I would not do them again 

Let's begin, it goes 

I am lookin' at my new front door 

I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor 

I am lookin at my new front door 

And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core 

I am a figure, a father figure of sorts 

Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short 

Still I'm, I'm right here 

If they don't wanna love me, fuck 'em 

I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't