Duck, Duck, Dead

Lyrics

[Intro]
Don't look now. Just keep walking.

[Verse 1]
It started out so innocent, a Tuesday in the sun,
I only tossed a brioche from Tartine, just a crumb.
I thought I was unwinding, catching up on my sleep,
But there’s a quiet syndicate that’s playing for keeps.
I see the emerald plumage, that cold unblinking eye,
He’s calculating every little alibi.
I thought the past was buried, but the water isn't still,
And my feathered little shadow has a massive bill.

[Chorus]
I’m trying to get my ducks in a row,
But they’re organizing a resistance down below.
You think it’s just a ripple, just a trick of the head,
But it’s a waterfowl vendetta—duck, duck, dead.
I’m a sitting target when the shadows grow long,
And that harmless little quack is a villain's song.

[Verse 2]
I cross the busy avenue, I duck into the shop,
But there's a webbed footprint near the edge of the mop.
He wears a waterproof tuxedo, he is dressed for the crime,
A master of surveillance who is bidding his time.
Is it a guilty conscience, or a fowl on the loose?
I'm running out of stories, I'm cooking my goose.

[Bridge]
And here’s the twisted secret of this paranoid embrace:
I actually love the focus, the devotion in the chase.
It’s flattering, really, to be watched with such care...
I just wish my grand inquisitor wasn't standing right there.

[Chorus]
I’m trying to get my ducks in a row,
But they’re organizing a resistance down below.
You think it’s just a ripple, just a trick of the head,
But it’s a waterfowl vendetta—duck, duck, dead.
I’m a sitting target when the shadows grow long,
And that harmless little quack is a villain's song.

[Outro]
No sudden movements. Don't offer him bread.
The bread is a confession.
Just duck, duck...
I think he's got a friend with him.