Its the bird, it must have been the bird. Disguting critter it
must, we should've known better than to trust this disease
infested ball of lust and carnation, piece of garbage with wings
and she has the guts to sing. Get the bird, catch her, shot her,
i dont care, get the bird, bring down to the ground from out the
air. Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first. Sink her to level
of the rest of us that inhabit the earth. Whats she thinkin? Does
she really believe, that shes above the creatures that work the
dirt and the streets. See her up in the tree lookin down at you
and me, like shes chosen over those that walk around on two
feet. The bird, the melody she plays, the music she makes,
rubbing our faces in the feices of the daybreak, trying to
remind us, its time to awake, antagoning and instigating my
hate. The cherps, i'll turn them into screams, my feathered
friends end will justify the means. Disturbed, i'll grab her by
her beak, and swing her in circles until shes too dizzy to
speak. Well i'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest,
break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast. She's a
snake that can fly, shes just food for the fleas, shes thinks
shes better than me just because shes free.i'll shake her from
her branch, tear apart her nest, break her skinny legs and fry
her eggs up for breakfast. She's a snake that can fly, shes just
food for the fleas, shes thinks shes better than me just because
shes free.
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...
My beautiful birdies gone away...