Letra de Jean The Birdman

He gambles on the saddleHe's pulling on the maneHe thrashes on the horse's backAmbition is a bloody gameHorse doesn't want to jumpThe river looks too wideWell he faces every hurdleWith a nervous state of mind"Stay with me, breathe deeplytake three passes backturn and make a full attack"The gods are laughingAnd they're tugging at the reinsBut he's taken to his wingsAnd they hit the bankHeaven may stone himBut Jean the birdman pulls it offHis finger's on the triggerHis eye is on the clockHe doesn't give the game awayAnd quickly fires the bullets offSix hearts cut shortStill dreaming they're aliveBlown 'round in dusty circlesLike an absent state of mindWho hunter? Who victim?God love AmericaHe surely doesn't love himHitching out of nowhereLines of traffic knee deepA chance to stave the morning offAnd get some sleepHeaven may stone himBut Jean the birdman pulls it offHe wears a crucifixHis mother left to himIt's wrapped in chains around his heartRusted and wafer thin"Don't count on luck son"All the angels sing"Don't need to check a weathervaneWe all know what tomorrow brings"Life is a cattle farmCoyotes with the mulesLife is a bullringFor taking risks and flouting rulesWho needs a safety netThe world is open wideJust look out for card sharksAnd the danger signsHeaven may stone himBut Jean the birdman pulls it off