Well I bit the bullet, I [bad word] it dry
My heart is spillin over the sides
Of a tall glass of whiskey that's killin the pain
My wings were broken, all feathers and flame

Heart pumpin black and blue, swirlin down the pit
I ain't been me since Zephyr came and went

They told me I would fly
They told me I would fly
talent I recieved
But that didn't keep her with me

My mind's full of your deja vu but it ain't curin my broken wing blues

The columns of my city, in youth I would spend
Twixt ivory chute and slalom with Zephyr, my first friend
Stripe war poised to strangle, but fringe to fringe we knew
The pair of us would scare us up a victory or two
For sun and moon and country, it ends, we all go home
One mortar shell shot that to [bad word]  now ground-bound I'm alone

They told me I would fly
They told me I would fly
The treatment I recieved didn't bring her back to me
My minds full of your deja vu, but it ain't curin my broken wing blues

Doctors pumped me full of magic, [bad word] me up real good
My burnt wings strapped to plastic, a shiny hoof out of wood
they say I'm fixed, done with healin, but losin my wingmare's got me feelin
Only you can can break this ceilin and every second's time I'm stealin

They told me I would fly
They told me I would fly
They told me a lie

It hurts to laugh when six feet under's my better half
You can bury me there too, through this bottle
I'll follow you and finally be through with these broken wing blues

Broken wing blues
Broken wing blues