Song Lyrics

For thousands of years
The condor soared along the Pacific Coast
And the cliffs, canyons, grasslands
And forests of the American West

Competitive play behavior
I'm as hungry as an Andean Condor
Incoming, man's friendly hand
I didn't realize, I nearly took a bite
Maturity is just a myth
Flapping neck, he starts to hiss
Outgoing and oversold
It's time to realize we shift in appetite

Matures males tend to be at the top of the pecking order
It's stale, detest it 'cause you want to
Matures males tend to be at the top of the pecking order
It's stale, detest it 'cause you want to

Dance for me boy, give me a twirl
I want to get to know you
But I probably won't blow you
Dance for me boy, give me a twirl
I want to get to know you
But I probably won't blow you

Unusual sense of control
It's been too long, so I skim the surface
I decide not to land
Finally realize I'd rather take my flight
Repetitive needs prevail us
Naturally, the world cannot be somber
Like you, I tried to survive
One day we'll realize no point in picking sides

Matures males tend to be at the top of the pecking order
It's stale, detest it 'cause you want to
Matures males tend to be at the top of the pecking order
It's stale, detest it 'cause you want to

Dance for me boy, give me a twirl
I want to get to know you
But I probably won't blow you

I fly high
I can see
How it goes
Down on Earth

Dance for me boy, give me a twirl
I want to get to know you
But I probably won't blow you
Dance for me boy, give me a twirl
I want to get to know you
But I probably won't blow you

Matures males tend to be at the top of the pecking order
It's stale, detest it 'cause you want to
Matures males tend to be at the top of the pecking order
It's stale, detest it 'cause you want to

Hannah Rodgers, Simon Byrt