I'm dying pooch, you oughta put me down
I turned a sickly shade of grey whilst other guys got brown
Some peoples said I was good, other peoples said I was great
I met the governor of california, called him mate
And he kicked me straight in the guts, men
He's got me dragging my feet, men
I had the clowns, had the horses, had pigeons too
I had the whole damn circus promise my debut
Then I called for the doctor, I said 'well my head aches'
He said 'the birds just go crazy for that dead beat taste'
Dead beat taste I got the black bird baby picking at my brains Just sold my soul to the devil but the devil don't pay
The devil don't pay I got a fever foxy mumma, used to make me feel good
But that same fever baby don't make feel like it should
Now there's a woman before me I guess my luck has changed
I try to give her what she wants but my will has been broken
Had it all planned out, I drew a map in the sand
Then the hurricane hit now I'm in hostile land
Things are going pretty bad I guess they can only get worst
I got sent the Jesus freaks when all I need is a nurse
I got the black bird baby picking at my brains Just tie my bones to the saddle, let go of the reins
You might find yourself walking down a cobble stone street
You see me tied to the column where the wise men speak
I hear they're giving out stones so let your aim be true
And don't pity me because I wouldn't pity you
I wouldn't pity you I got the black bird baby picking at my brains Just sold my soul to the devil but the devil don't pay
I got the black bird baby picking at my brains Just tie my bones to the saddle, let go of the reins