-tabbed by Mike Wojciechowski The Emites used to live there, a people as powerful, numerous, and tall as the Anakites. D G A D G A D G The sun above me and a concrete floor below F#m D G A Scratch at the chain links maybe bare my teeth for show D G Fed twice a day I don't go hungry anymore F#m D G A Feel in my bones just what the future has in store F#m A D G I pace in circles so the camera will see D A D Look hard at my stripes, there'll be no more after me Laze by the shoreline while the sailors disembark Scratch out a place to sit and rest down in the dark Smell something burning downwind just a little ways They set up camp and sing and sweat and work for days I have no fear of anyone I'm dumb and wild and free I am a flightless bird and there'll be no more after me D G A D G A In Costa Rica in a burrow underground Climb to the surface, blink my eyes and look around I'm all alone here as I try my tiny song Claim my place beneath the sky but I won't be here for long I sang all night the moon shone on me through the trees No brothers left and there'll be no more after me