Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - Ides of Swing lyrics

Some say April is the cruelest
And though I can be quite morose
The stiff who penned it on a fool's list
Of those who are chronically verbose

When your head starts craning back
And your breath comes short and fast
The music of the spheres start
To bounce and sing
That's when you know you're swinging

When your eyes roll back into your head
And the sap of the trees
On your fingers have bled
Swooning to the charms of Mephisto's waltz
That's when you know you've got some schmaltz

When you've got the evil
Eye and unconsciously growl
Your hands start shaking and
You crouch and prowl
These terryifing symptoms are
A sure-fire sign that you're pimping, baby
And you're feeling fine

When you make love to whomever you please
And a bullet to the head feels
Like a soft warm breeze
Red suit, green suit
They're all there scheming
That's when you know you're dreaming

Yes you're dreaming, you are dreaming
I hope you are dreaming