Don't take a third
It's been told
The bird scorns
It's in his feathers
And his delicate bones
It's in the plastic signage
And the empty crisp packet
Floating on the ether
It's in the never never
And the man with the i phone
Smoking a marlboro
It's in the Rashid and A hair dressers
Across the road
With their 30 year old posters
And the dubious tints
It's in the 6 month old baby
Paraded at the bar
It's in the nails, pedicure, neon spa
Don't take a third
It's been told
