Acid Bird - Robyn Hitchcock, The Egyptians

Sucking on a tap that never dries

Could you take it right between your eyes?

Bending blood, bending blood

The father stood, the father’s hood

Black shadow on an acid bird that etched

Her way across a field so long ago

Walking through the fields in summer heat

Look at all the creatures 'round your feet

Pumping blood, pumping blood

The mother gave, the mother gave

White ointment of an acid kiss that

Burned upon the lips she gave you

So long ago, so long ago

Fun in the sun, luck in the bloodstream

Shallow bodies writhing on the grass

Fun in the sun, hair in the slipstream

Tadpoles shooting through a hollowed glass

Cutting out a silhouette of dreams

Everything is older than it seems

Son of blood, son of blood

The baby shakes the baby snakes

That crawl across the acid rings that

Flicker from your corpuscles

One sunny day, one sunny day

Fun in the sun, everyone knows it

They could be as mellow as the hay

Fun in the sun, everyone blows it

They grow up and instantly turn gray

Black shadow of an acid bird that etched

Its way across a field

So long ago, so long ago