Trembling Peacock

Relax, trembling peacock No, I wasn't born to rock Oh, I was just plain born And then I kind of grew and then, well Vancouver made me, I guess it's true Sired to the House of Lords These days they call them "Coop Boards" And now it's in my royal blood To vote and vote and vote and vote On things that never change Gods give and gods give our gifts away Settle down, trembling peacock No, I wasn't sent to rock you Oh, I just kind of came And then I withdrew and then, well I guess the rest of you already knew Sired to the House of Lords On the day they declared it bankrupt and Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt Children at play get hurt And wars are won from a foxhole The inner world of a dove is complex, I'm telling you Lovers of the air, beware But for us it's real simple Look, shot through with arrows A chest full of sparrows Gonna show you the way to my heart --- Trembling Peacock - Destroyer