Things have got to change around here, time is now my enemy
I do recall the time she was my friend
One and two make three for five birds come to me
Impersonating magpies on a branch as near as damned
So I climb up, I fall down, I will bury my head in the ground
Dine on roots, turn to worms, for advice on how to murder these birds
Tear the wings and bite the beaks, clip the claws from off of their feet
Until the white is red and the black is as black as hell itself I ain’t coming back
So as I climb I call out ‘Catherine’ cuz she was my first
But I am glad, for this impression was my worst
So one by one I’ll clear these skies, I pick them off, but to my surprise
I have mastered the art, I am dead set to start a revolution
Need no absolution for murdering birds
So I wake up, I break down, I will bury my heart in this town
Dine on roots, turn to words, for advice on murdering birds
Cuz they will get what they deserve
You can laugh over lies but in the end you will find
I’m as right as the rain and God’s great sunshine
This obsession I have grown has taken my true love and home
But these are the games I play
So I climb up, I fall down, I will bury my head in the ground
Dine on roots, turn to worms, for advice on how to murder these birds