There's an altar on my street
I leave my wages at it's feet
Gold and Diamonds, neighbours bring
It is the bird that winds the spring
Ma walks past it every day
It never caused her eye to stray
It poses with it's wings unfirled
It's not the bird that moved or walked
Never ask a shark for loans
No moss grows on rolling stones
Those guys will take away your home
And leave you drinking on your own

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