there's a blue bird outside my window
there's a dirty man drinking whiskey and flirting with words
everything is left out on the kitchen table
empty bottles like fallen bowling pins
for me to clean up
it's time to get moving
enough is enough
life is blooming
despite all us perverts
being stingy with faith like it's a watering hose
we are the mess in living
in regeneration we are the cure
in my house jesus wrestles the devil
and still apathy seems to rule
there's a voice outside my window
a singer looking for songs
a family holding babies
a new atmosphere being formed
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