Peacocks - The Mountain Goats

I hear them squeal, I see them preen

Fans all spread out, neat and clean

Grab hold of the morning, head out to the porch

Feel the wind stopping, feel the sun scorch

I fear for my safety, you can see it in my eyes

In an hour or two, we will rise

Then a sharp breeze kicks up

I hug myself hard

How come there’s peacocks in the front yard?

Sun’s all prickly on my neck

When the helicopter passes, we both hit the deck

Hands grasping and groping

Seizing opportunity right where it lies

The sky will fall, we will rise

Ah, ah, ah, ah-a-ha

Ah, ah, ah, ah-a-ha

Ah, ah, ah, ah-a

Ah, ah, ah, ah-a-ha

Ah, ah, ah, ah-a

Ah, ah, ah, ah-a-ha