These triumphs and successes   Just lead to bigger messes   Once blessed and bound for glory   But that's another story      All your dreams will fall apart   Your fondest wishes too   And the fears you thought you conquered   Will be right here when they do      Whispers of a history   You’d left for dead and gone   Like the little bird who told me   That you ain’t no fuckin swan      Self-taught and referential   Drunk on your own potential   That cruel and patient chuckling   Is just your inner duckling      Eager to expose you   For the hero that you’re not   And remind you in its lullabies   Of failures you’d forgot      Whispers of a history   You’d left for dead and gone   Like the little bird who told me   That you ain’t no fuckin swan      If you were really clever   You’d make it live forever   Pray God that when the drought hits   You get to keep the outfits