Oh, he's a battered old bird
The tight lipped leer of judgment
There's a place where time stands still
There's a place where time stands still
And he's living up there, oh
You think he should be sent outside
If you keep taking these little pink pills, oh
He'd better have a dream that goes
He's burgundy for breakfast tight
He says, "One day I'll throw away
And a woman who teaches wrong from right
Beyond four walls
Oh, he's a battered old bird
Are better, my dear spouse
If you keep taking these little pink pills, oh
His humor cut her deep
That everything redeems
He's in his overcoats more than out of them
There's a place where time stands still
The tenant's boy said, "How d'ya do?" Then swore in French
And he's living up there, oh
Did you teach this little child these curses on my soul
There's a place where time stands still
'Til he chopped off the head of a visitor's child
He's a battered old bird
He's a battered old bird
And next door to them is a man so mild
At the top of the stairs"
About this house
Swallowed sleeping pills like dreams
Playing with the traffic
Oh, he's a battered old bird
Been through their big deals and smalls
But on the first floor there are two old maids
I've seen them rise and fall
And it is always Christmas in a cupboard
That's the way to treat a child who cries out in the night
When pieces of him are already
You keep taking these little pink pills, oh
And the typewriter's rattling all through the night
Who's going to do big things
When pieces of him are already
And on the second floor is the Macintosh Man
Each one wishing that the other was afraid
And he's living up there, oh
Oh, he's a battered old bird
Scattered in the attic
If you keep taking these little pink pills, oh
He's a battered old bird
Guess that's what they all say
And he's living up there, oh
Hush your mouth, you hypocrite
And he's living up there, oh
Then if I were to speak my mind
And he's living up there, oh
He danced upon the bonfire
You should both be shut down in the coal-hole
And there's a place where time stands still
With a bottle of sweet sherry
Scattered in the attic
And he's living up there, oh
Filthy words on children's lips
And that's how the trouble begins
And he's living up there, oh
Oh, he's a battered old bird
Here's a boy if ever there was
The dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched
He's a battered old bird
And he's living up there, oh
That had seen her love desert her just like sleep
All of my cares
He's a battered old bird
And he's living up there, oh
