Diane Hine - Bird Song lyrics

Freshly hatched from seminary, young unchary missionary, picked New Guinea estuary, for his work revisionary. In the jungle aviary, filamentary and airy, soft, maybe imaginary, boom......boom.......boom. Straying from processionary, for a matter urinary, met a revolutionary, mercenary ca**owary. Indiscretionary tarry and insalutary parry, gutted him in sanguinary doom.....doom........doom. ' Mid the garlands, funerary, honorary luminary, warns in grim obituary- 'Be ablutionary wary'. From a distant sanctuary, baritone reactionary, echoes faintly, fragmentary, boom.......boom.......boom.