Johnson My secret lust will now be publicized I wish to tell you my wish You in the air with your fluff and stink I think I want nothing more. And I can see you here from the ground That stupid bliss in your eye I'll wait 'cause I know you're coming down Then things will change. And things will change for my better And things will change to your blackest dreams I will know from your feathers Decorating my teeth. My envy for such ability Is charred resentment the same All in the guise of some pa**iveness But you mistake .. My slavery to this gravity Your migratory sk**s You laugh from bows, wires and chimney But things will change. And things will change for my pleasure And things will change to your darkest fear I will know from your feathers Decorating my fair dreams. You and your pompous-like circumstance Are like shoehorns right down my throat This daily strain of hostility Is your mistake. For I will wait here patiently My body low to the ground With my new patented surgery Things will change. Things will change in my belly And things will change with your vertebrae I will know from your feathers Decorating my fair dreams Decorating my fair dreams.