The ostridge effect

Afraid of the unknown
he’s got his head hidden
in the underground
where reality’s forbidden
If you see him he won’t care
‘cos when he can’t see you
you’re really not there

Ostridge …
hiding away in the sand
Ostridge …
Black and white and tanned
Ostridge

You could wait for him to come up
-where it all runs on tracks
But the man he wants it to stop
As he carries this humble hope;
Stop the pulling of this massive rope

Ostridge …
Chooses not to come up
Ostridge …
buried in the sand
Ostridge

Maybe if you where an ostridge
you could share this feeling too
But it tends to get hard to breathe
underground, for someone like you

He can’t see you now
which means he’s alone somehow

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