Dead Bird 歌词

Bush-whacked and tree-tied For a fundraiser doesn't make it make well All that gold, I had to lay down, woozy A [perfect carnival power?] with those at charity brunch Almighty tilt-a-whirl and heave-ho to self-sufficient thinking Can they understand my fucking feeling? Dead bird! Brought to you by the flea-man overcoat society Lisdale, his bangles, versus the world A quick fix for a dead bird Dead bird! Dead bird! I'm freed! Dead bird! Don't breathe!