Birds Without a Feather Songtext
von Lynne Hanson

Preacher and his flock busy little bee
Praying for some quiet to come over me
Mmm we′re just birds without the feathers
Tiny little driftwood torn from the tree
Floating up and down in this great big sea
You still think we're all in this thing together

Place a dollar on right
Place a dollar on wrong
Hedge that bet now
Won′t be long


Go ahead and
Push that line
Push that line
Push that line
And get your hands up
Get your hands up
Push that line
Push that line
Push that line
And get your hands up
Get your hands up
Wont you lift me up

Nasty little secret dirty little lies
Knee deep in the dirt, river's on the rise
Hurry put a bar up on that gate
Snakes be snaking no place to hide
Glass is gonna break better watch your eyes
If the time is now you're already late

Go ahead and
Push that line
Push that line
Push that line
And get your hands up
Get your hands up
Push that line
Push that line
Push that line
And get your hands up
Get your hands up
Wont you lift me up


Fox is in the hen house living there for years
Talking bout sorrow through crocodile tears
Ain′t no saviour to be found
Better times ahead just have a little faith
Well past midnight on borrowed days
Time to burn it to the ground

Go ahead and
Push that line
Push that line
Push that line
And get your hands up
Get your hands up
Push that line
Push that line
Push that line
And get your hands up
Get your hands up
Wont you lift me up