Chicken Wings — текст песни (The Beautiful South)

Well I always knew you`d take the crutches
and not the skis
1 always knew you`d take the stilts
and then your knees
When God gave you the sky
I knew you`d take the trees
Son you`ve grown those chicken wings
You just can`t fly


They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed
chained our ideal home to bicycle shed
Clamped our racing car before we sat in driver`s seat
Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree


We could`ve courted Einstein
could`ve courted Marx
we could`ve gone for strolls
like other families do in parks
Son you were born a dud
in a family without sparks
Yes you`ve got those chicken wings
You just can`t fly


The chequered flag
that losers despise
never flew in our port
or harboured in our eyes
Cause we always formed that queue
for second prize
This family`s got those chicken wings
we just can`t fly


Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds
The tale of this family, is its heads
We`re bouncing on a pogo stick
without any springs
It hurts me to admit this
but we`ve got those chicken wings


Yes you`ve got those chicken wings
and all the luggage that the failure brings
Is a swallow flying high that sings
Look he`s got those chicken wings
He may as well die