The Wonder Years - A Song for Ernest Hemingway free for downloading

Lyrics

I ll be your dead bird, gonna make your master proud Years, my ears are back
My ears are back, it s good to know
i ll be your dead bird
you ll be my bloodhound
i ll be your dead bird
i m staring at hemingway s shotgun
His eyesight s starting to go, i m gonna shoot these clouds full of holes

He s forgetting things that he wouldn t have before, i didn t die for nothing Wonder, and i don t know how to get loose
pick my body off the ground
when you destroy anything worth chasing
I ll be your dead bird, pick my body off the ground
My teeth are showing, you re just doing what you re told
Gonna make your master proud, when you destroy anything worth chasing, i ll be your dead bird
You ll be my bloodhound, he s forgetting things that he wouldn t have before Hemingway, i didn t die for nothing.

you ll be my bloodhound
And i heard all about how his plane went down after christmas in the congo, december s got me backed into a corner again Song, hanging from your mouth
I need some fucking light to pour through, gonna make your master proud Years, i need some fucking light to pour through
You re just doing what you re told, when you destroy anything worth chasing
I didn t die for nothing, you re just doing what you re told, he read about his own death in the paper
He s forgetting things that he wouldn t have before, i still get phantom pains
I didn t die for nothing, hanging from your mouth, you re just doing what you re told

I need some fucking light to pour through, i m laying on my back on the roof Song, you ll be my bloodhound
I still get phantom pains, i need some fucking light to pour through
Gonna make your master proud, he s forgetting things that he wouldn t have before
I need some fucking light to pour through, i bet it was freeing to know
I bet it was freeing to know, i picture him drinking alone Song, i ll be your dead bird
i m staring at hemingway s shotgun
pick my body off the ground