(Intro) [Slow, dirty psychedelic blues riff] Red say, “We got your back.” Blue say, “We got your back.” Both got a hand out When the money hit the sack. Talk about freedom, Talk about the law, Meanwhile somebody rich Is buying up the floor. Two wings of the same bird, Flying round the sky, Left wing, right wing— Tell me why they fly so high? Two wings of the same bird, Different colors, same game, They fight on TV, But the money knows their name. One say, “Tax the rich!” One say, “Let ’em grow!” Then both go downtown Where the big checks flow. They point at each other: “Yo, that’s the guy!” While somebody’s counting All the cash going by. Two wings of the same bird, Left wing, right wing, Everybody talking, Nobody changing a thing. Two wings of the same bird, Round and round they fly— Keep the people fighting While the big boys multiply. Presidents come, Presidents go, New face on the screen, Same folks run the show. Red tie, blue tie, Different little speech— Funny how the palace Always stays out of reach. Two wings of the same bird, Two sides of the game, Different words, But the money stays the same. Two wings of the same bird, Hear that eagle cry— Everybody’s free to choose… Just don’t ask who gets to fly. [Guitar erupts into wild psychedelic solo] They say, “Pick a side!” I say, “Man, why?” If both wings flap For the same damn sky— Two wings! Same bird! Different song— Same old word! [Repeated over pounding drums] Two wings of the same bird! Two wings of the same bird! Red or blue, what you gonna do? Two wings of the same bird! (tYeah...!) [Feedback and distorted guitar fade out] (Outro:.)
