URBAN OSPREYS

The second World might bust a gut
The guilt, the ego, the time limit
Brought about by age-old lies
Born from the dream of pale blue skies
They bust a gut to find a face to wear
But the big dilemma's always there

Too wired up, too scared of sweat
The open pores that smell of death
Too paranoid of being taken for a ride
We have become mean
And I mean to decide before too long
But my ear's hear the big ones eerie song

"Between you and me and I'm serious
There's an osprey's nest in our back garden
I'm worried about it, worried stupid 'bout the eggs
I think why our garden of all places?
I wonder sometimes is it true?
Urban ospreys sound quite interesting
but how can I put it into use?"

Another world might lust for crumbs
But you spilt my pint, now buy me another
I have the pressure of day-to-day living
What on Earth can I say to my lover?
The two of us we lust for crumbs of care
But the big dilemma's always there

Too far gone to try and hear
The open gob that smells of beer
But it all falls into place in the end, you know
This kind of stuff
So ponder, ponder what you've heard
The big dilemma's mighty words

"Between you and me and I'm serious
There's an ospreys nest in our back garden
I'm well blown by this fact but worried stupid 'bout the eggs
I think why our garden of all places?
I wonder sometimes if it's true?
Urban ospreys sounds quite fascinating
But how can I put it into use?"

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control