Robocall
How many times have they called?
How many times have they called?
How many times have they called?
How many times have they called?
Is it a woman in a suit and tie?
Is it a man that must go on and on and on and on
and on and on
and on and on and on?
Listen to the bird that whistles Dixie in the ever-dawning morning
Listen to the flower wooing the lost bees upon the breeze
I believe the call they’re making is hellacommunication
I believe the night we met the wires meant to call us home
They called our friends and neighbors
They called our times of death
They called our inhibitions
They called to burn our little sect
Oh, little bird, call for help now
while the hunter waits below.
Do not delay, my winged darling,
make the call so nice and slow.