Bluebird from American Dreams by Jockey Onassis

Equipped with the means
To strip it all away
This one means business
Didn’t come to play
Better stay close
Wouldn’t want to stray

As still as a statue
Made of wet cement
All these good intentions
You will circumvent
Not minding the silence
Nor the lack of consent

Who’s gonna save me
From this melody
A song that has deafened me
I feel like a bluebird
In a flock of cardinals
Pressing against the wind
Navigating this flight solo

You scream so loud
For those with no voices
When given options
You condemn with your choices
When I cut through the noise
All I hear is static

I do my best
To keep it on mute
Images haunt me
Of this wolf in a suit
I must resist
Of this I’m absolute

Who’s gonna save me
From this melody
A song that has deafened me
I feel like a bluebird
In a flock of cardinals
Pressing against the wind
Navigating this flight solo

Who’s gonna save me
From this melody
A song that has deafened me
I feel like a bluebird
In a flock of cardinals
Pressing against the wind
Navigating this flight solo

• Punk
• male-backed
• political punk
• Lexington