Unattended Package

Lyrics by Brieve Morison

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There’s an unattended package in the bedroom
Unopened letters in the hall
I think someone’s trying to get a message to me
But they ain’t got the guts to call
I don’t think it could be my father
I know his ink he always writes in blue
And I know your fear of letters
I know it can’t be you.

Stuck a sticker on the window of the phone booth
A nasty rhyme upon the wall
From reading this I did deduce
They don’t mean no good at all
I don’t think it could be my mother
She’d call in if she was passing through
And you you wouldn’t leave your chair to make a call
I know it can’t be you

They’ve got a one winged blue bird they use
To pick their brains up off the floor
And put them back into the freezer
‘Cause they still don’t know what they’re for
Wo oh wo oh etc

Just last night I saw a chink of light from a window
Though the curtains were heavy and black
From the screams I heard from inside there
There’s someone who ain’t coming back
I don’t think it could be Mr, Biko
He died south across the ocean blue
And you you’ve been dead for years
I know it can’t be you.

There’s going to be a meeting tonight in an old back room
Just after this bar is closed
It won’t arouse any suspicions
They wear the neatest of clothes
I don’t think my sister will be going
With her children one two and three
And me I got a fear of them old back rooms
I know it won’t be me
They’ve got a one winged blue bird they use
To pick their brains up off the floor
And put them back into the freezer
‘Cause they still don’t know what they’re for
Wo ho wo ho