Mess With The Flock

Lyrics

Verse 1
Kick dust off the curb
Feathers whirl in the air
Little eyes on the crumbs
Think they own this square

Boot print in the bread
Every beak takes flight
Black wings in a spiral
Cutting up my sky

Chorus
Mess with the pigeon flock
You get the Glock
I don’t talk much
I just let it lock
White feathers in the gutter like chalk
You wanted smoke
Now you outlined in shock
Mess with the pigeon flock
You get the Glock
You circle once
But you don’t leave this block
Cold metal in my hand
Tick-tock
You poke the beast
Now you’re part of the flock

Verse 2
You laughed at the seeds
Kicked ‘em into the street
Thought prey meant weak
Till prey grew teeth

Hands deep in my coat
Heartbeat like a drum
One glare
You froze
Now you’re feeding crumbs

Chorus
Mess with the pigeon flock
You get the Glock
I don’t talk much
I just let it lock
White feathers in the gutter like chalk
You wanted smoke
Now you outlined in shock
Mess with the pigeon flock
You get the Glock
You circle once
But you don’t leave this block
Cold metal in my hand
Tick-tock
You poke the beast
Now you’re part of the flock

Bridge
They scatter
They rise (hey!)
You panic
You hide
But the sky keeps score
And the ground wants more

I guard what’s mine
Line by line
Feather
Bone
Graveyard of your pride

Chorus
Mess with the pigeon flock
You get the Glock
I don’t talk much
I just let it lock
White feathers in the gutter like chalk
You wanted smoke
Now you outlined in shock
Mess with the pigeon flock
You get the Glock
You circle once
But you don’t leave this block
Cold metal in my hand
Tick-tock
You crossed the line
Now you feed the flock