[Intro – Gritty slide guitar + cheeky banjo plucks, swampy groove, dark but playful atmosphere] [Verse 1 – Male, deep husky rough baritone, half-spoken, thick riff under] They build their towers, they write their rules Dress up in suits and act like fools I watch ’em stress from the windowsill While I just take what the city spills [Verse 2 – Female, extra rotzig, smoky baritone, sneering punk attitude] I strut the street like I own the place No rent, no boss, no fall from grace They shout and chase but I just fly Then drop a gift from the open sky [Pre-Chorus – Both, call-and-response, rising energy] [Male:] Don’t need a crown, don’t need a plan [Female:] Just spread your wings and give a damn [Chorus – Full power, both together, catchy and anthemic, banjo accents] Be like a pigeon, shit on everything Don’t give a damn what the day might bring Walk through the chaos, take what you need Be like a pigeon – and never bleed Be like a pigeon, shit on everything High above the noise, you still got the wing [Verse 3 – Male, more aggressive, banjo answers] They count their money, they count their days I count the crumbs in a hundred ways Rain or shine I still get by While they look up and wonder why [Verse 4 – Female, extra rotzig and witty] I don’t do drama, I don’t do stress I just do me – and I do it best They call me dirty, they call me low But I’m still free while they’re stuck below [Pre-Chorus – Both] [Male:] Don’t need a crown, don’t need a plan [Female:] Just spread your wings and give a damn [Chorus – Bigger, more attitude, slight vocal variations] Be like a pigeon, shit on everything Don’t give a damn what the day might bring Walk through the chaos, take what you need Be like a pigeon – and never bleed Be like a pigeon, shit on everything High above the noise, you still got the wing [Instrumental Bridge – Slide guitar trading with banjo, thick overdriven riffs, punchy groove, playful but heavy] [Bridge – Female first, extra rotzig, then Male answers] [Female]: Why chase the sky when the ground’s enough? [Male:] Why play their game when the game is rough? [Final Chorus – Maximum attitude, both voices locked, raw and fun] Be like a pigeon, shit on everything Don’t give a damn what the day might bring Walk through the chaos, take what you need Be like a pigeon – and never bleed Be like a pigeon, shit on everything High above the noise… you still got the wing [Outro – Slow fade with banjo and slide, female laughing softly, male low chuckle] Be like a pigeon… Shit on everything… [fade out with Banjo, Guitar and Drum Highlight]
