BIRDS OF A FEATHER              By: Anastasio/Marshall

It's easy sometimes, when you just, coast along,
But like it or not something always seems to go wrong.
Sometimes people build you up,
Just so they can knock you down,
Sometimes they will have you there,
Cause they need someone around.

Perhaps you'll recieve invitations for tea,
Perhaps you will laugh,
And you'll make them all smile,
Or maybe you'll join them,
Cause it had to be.
Perhaps you'll forget that you forgot for a while.

Birds of a feather, are flocking outside (4x)

Like wicketts- they dance in a curly-q dance,
The pulses and ringing,
They can't find the chance.
A ritual drumming,
Although at first glance,
You though you could run,
But you won't take a chance.

It's not an experience,
If they can't bring someone along,
They hang on emotions they bottle inside,
They peck at the ground,
And they strut out of stride.

Birds of a Feather are flocking outside.