Effigy

Andrew Bird - Effigy
If you come to find me affable
And build a replica for me
Would the idea to you be laughable
Of a pale facsimile
So will you come to burn an effigy
It should keep the flies away
And when you long to burn this effigy
It should be of the hours that slip away
Slip away
It could be you
It could be me
Working the door
Drinking for free
Carrying on with your conspiracies
Filling the room with a sense of unease
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
Like the words of a man
whos spent a little too much time alone
When one has spent too much time alone
So will you come to burn my effigy
It should keep the flies away
If you long to burn an effigy
It should be of a man whose lost his way
Slips away
It could be you
It could be me
Working the door
Drinking for free
Carrying on with your conspiracies
Filling the room with a sense of unease
Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
Like the words of a man
whos spent a little too much time alone
When one has spent too much time alone