Pigeons and Doves

rinyville

There’s a pigeon sleeping out on my deck
If it sleeps it won’t shit on my drinks or on my cigarettes
I wonder why they call it a dove
I wonder why it’s a symbol of love
Love’s a fool, and so is the pigeon that fears to tread

There’s a god called Cupid in the basement down below
He is drunk and confused and he lost his arrows and bow
He hides in the corner, hides in the shade
He’s trying to hit hearts with a hammer and spade now
Broken and crushed under the force and under the weight

So, don’t tell me love is an arrow,
Don’t tell me love is a dove
It’s a game of hit-and-miss Cupid
With a hammer he pushes and shoves
But when your heart is torn down to pieces
And the pigeons they shit on your fence
Promise me darling, just promise me one thing
To never use common sense

Ahh what the hell I know it’s a pigeon
Even if some will call it a dove
It sits on my deck, shits on my cigarettes
Still I’m happy cause I am in love
Ahh what the hell I know it’s a pigeon
Even if some will call it a dove
It sits on my deck, shits on my cigarettes
I’m happy cause I am in love