Their last second curves toward flight
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Then they flap their wings at the last second
Cuts swatches out of all material
It becomes important for me to get up and see
But unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Symbolic of my entire existence
But unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
Then they flap their wings at the last second
That makes their falling and their flight
Now due to a construct in my mind
It's almost like my life will fall
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Then they flap their wings at the last second
My life will fall unless I see their ascent
I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Cuts swatches out of all material
Cuts swatches out of all material
Cuts swatches out of all material
It becomes important for me to get up and see
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones
It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see their ascent
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c'mon
I won't see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Symbolic of my entire existence
Now due to a construct in my mind
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time
That makes their falling and their flight
Their last second curves toward flight
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones
