Krudge - The Tribe Lyrics

Give me a second
My eyes have to adjust
To the phony expression
She wonders out of lust
And the cards laid on the table
Are stacking up with grime
At least the blue bird sings his happy song in the safety of his mind
I sit and watch him from afar
Singing that sweet tune to me
His cage is left ajar
But there's something I can't clearly see
He doesn't try to flee
When he could simply fly away
At least the metal box I'm trapped within will not beg me to stay
For I'm not an animal
My head is a fist
I don't belong in a cage
Where I'll never be missed
I must break for the tree
To be who I be
And spend the long and grateful years without a chain around my knee
And I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe
What's with all this crust
The trash is all piled up
And the milk is a must
The mother has left me
All the lights have turned green
And if you could see what I mean
At least you'd never drive to wichita unless you were keen
On finding the truth for yourself
That the sun does shine brightly
On the mischievous elf
The bluebird sings so differently
But he doesn't try to flee
When he could simply fly away
At least the elf won't see the sun arise before he sees the end of me
For I'm not an animal
My head is a fist
I don't belong in a cage
Where I'll never be missed
I must break for the tree
To be who I be
And spend the long and grateful years finally happy
And I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe

Give me a second
My eyes have to adjust
To the phony expression
She wonders out of lust
And the cards laid on the table
Are stacking up with grime
At least the blue bird sings his happy song in the safety of his mind
I sit and watch him from afar
Singing that sweet tune to me
His cage is left ajar
But there's something I can't clearly see
He doesn't try to flee
When he could simply fly away
At least the metal box I'm trapped within will not beg me to stay
For I'm not an animal
My head is a fist
I don't belong in a cage
Where I'll never be missed
I must break for the tree
To be who I be
And spend the long and grateful years without a chain around my knee
And I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe
What's with all this crust
The trash is all piled up
And the milk is a must
The mother has left me
All the lights have turned green
And if you could see what I mean
At least you'd never drive to wichita unless you were keen
On finding the truth for yourself
That the sun does shine brightly
On the mischievous elf
The bluebird sings so differently
But he doesn't try to flee
When he could simply fly away
At least the elf won't see the sun arise before he sees the end of me
For I'm not an animal
My head is a fist
I don't belong in a cage
Where I'll never be missed
I must break for the tree
To be who I be
And spend the long and grateful years finally happy
And I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe
I must live alone with the tribe