love song for the birds in our backyard

just like that

it was winter again here in the desert

in june

our house was empty

in september

it's filled with house guests

they're too punk or i'm too punk for words to come out

sit here in the living room of our beautiful broken down house

i've been working so much lately

when i'm home

i feel like a stranger in a foreign country

where can't speak the language of unemployment

minor crimes and plans to get the hell out

i mutter fuck the police and lie down

in our beautiful broken down house

we were in the kitchen

it was the week you first moved in

and i said we're glad to have you"