Pigeonman sits in Washington Square
Fingers 'round a bag of love he shares
For his brothers and sisters with feathers and beaks
Staring is rude didn't someone teach you
To think of others in the nicest way
Muse on the man who's one with a bench
Can't you imagine what he'll say
"I have more in common with birds than my people
If i feed them love then they feed me
Music to my ears makes me feel human
And a blanket full of notes puts me to sleep"
Pigeonman do you have a family
Do you have a wife and kids who love you so sweet
Or a husband, that's fine, i don't judge, me too
Pigeonman i could be just like you
"I have more in common with birds than my people
If i feed them love then they feed me
Music to my ears makes me feel human
And a blanket full of notes puts me to sleep"
I have more in common with birds than my people
If i feed them love then they feed me
Music to my ears makes me feel human
And a blanket full of notes puts me to sleep