Fodder On My Wings
Nina Simone
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad. Oh how sad. Oh how sad
She watched the people, how they live
They've forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they're brains
They had dust inside they're wings
She watched them how they tried to live
They've forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they're wings
They had dust inside they're brains
Oh how sad. Oh how sad. Oh how sad
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad. Oh how sad. Oh how sad
She watched the people, how they live
They've forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they're brains
They had dust inside they're wings
She watched them how they tried to live
They've forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they're wings
They had dust inside they're brains
