Lyrics:

I'm dying pooch you oughta put me down
I turned a sickly shade of grey whilst other guys got brown
Some poeples 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
He got me dragging my feet

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'

I got a black bird baby picking at my brains
Sold my soul to the devil but 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 a black bird baby picking at my brains
Just tie my bones to the saddle, let go of the reins

You might find yourslef walking down a cobble stone street
You see me tied to a 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 got a black bird baby picking at my brains
Sold my soul to the devil but the devil don't pay