He gambles on the Sabbath
He's pulling at the mane
He thrashes on the horse's back
Ambition is a bloody game

Horse doesn't want to jump
The river looks too wide
Well he faces every hurdle
With a nervous state of mind

"Stay with me, breathe deeply
take three paces back
turn and make a full attack"

The gods are laughing
And they're tugging at the reins
But he's taken to his wings
And they hit the bank

Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off

His finger's on the trigger
His eye is on the clock
He doesn't give the game away
And quickly fires the bullets off

Six hearts cut short
Still dreaming they're [bad word] round in dusty circles
Like an absent state of mind

Who hunter? Who victim?
God love America
He surely doesn't love him

Hitching out of nowhere
Lands in traffic knee deep
chance to stave the morning off
And get some sleep

Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off

He wears a [bad word] His mother left to him
It's wrapped in chains around his [bad word] and wafer thin

"Don't count on luck son"
All the angels sing
"Don't need to check a weathervane
We all know what tomorrow brings"

Life is a gamble from
Coyotes with the mules
Life is a bullring
For taking risks and [bad word] 
Who needs a safety net
The world is open wide
Just look out for card sharks
And the danger signs

Heaven may stone him
But Jean the birdman pulls it off