None Of The Above - Paper Bird
Written by：Anna Kohlweis
None of the above could describe your feeling
So tick the box below where it says not specified
And close the door with a bang so maybe they'll
Notice
That you've just gone home or gone fishing or died
I'll meet you in the back of the secret garden
That's where the carnivores eat kittens all day
You painted the walls dark green to pretend
That the jungle in fact is just a stone's throw
Away
You still want that house
With the slate roof and the tiled floor
And the golden door mat on the top of the
Hill
And a flock of gentle crows to circle the neighbourhood
And come back for dinner on the windowsill
You can sell your hair and sell your blood and
Disguise all the scars on your tongue
But all naked and sewn up you still cannot go
Back to where you really came from
Parties are never as wild as on the photographs
And sex ain't as boring as a on pay tv
And I guess war is a million times more frightening
Than what most people want to make us believe
But you only got a shoe box with a hole
In it
And I'll have to make up the evening news
And I'll make an origami remote control
To make you believe you've got the right to choose