Bird Casino – Lucky Runner

Bird Casino – Lucky Runner Lyrics

Artist: Bird Casino
Song: Lucky Runner

There’s a bag of bones
Inside the box
Within the crate
Atop the skid

Dropped in the van
What a beautiful van!
It makes the motor pool man-jack whistle and sigh
Tall and wide like momma’s hot pie

A pretty payload palanquin, tight rivet seams, so clean of hoof and straight of track, a carousel whipping round the cul-de-sac
The flanks on the van are Oxford white
The bolts of the van are torqued alright
And the mud in the thermos be the staff of life

And continents burn for its supply
But life won’t pause when you’rе afraid
When the claws of hell got you madе and weighed
And under shade can you discern

The devil from the angel and the butter from the churn?
Axles, axles they spin
Precious pressures they tally
And nature-born nanoassemblers lurk the docks and alleys

In the visor of the van is a manifest
And the driver of the van’s got a yellow mesh vest
And it might be me and it might be you —
And the gears in our head wear a hole in the sole of the foot we favor as we sidestep danger —

With a beast in our hand that never breathes, only buzzes and beeps, sucking juice like blood from the USB, five volts for the brain-bug thief of dreams
Closer than your lover, knows about the other
Facilitates your peril
Puts chicken on your table

Luck runs out
Luck runs out
Who’s looking out?
Who’s looking out?
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From the album:
Belly Laugh
Release Year: 2021

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