Birds

People like to shit on birds
Lashing out with hurting words
But birds, they shit on people too
Dropping bombs out of the blue

Drifting slowly through the sky
Permanently in a high
Touching heaven, where's the sin
Light it up with gasolin

Far from danger, no real threat
The rain of blood that makes you wet
Spread yourself, chicken flight
Bringer of unending night

Wings that fly, lets them soar
Leaving earth forevermore
Fields of children, drowned in tar
One big shroom to end the war

Far from danger, no real threat
The rain of blood that makes you wet
Spread yourself, chicken flight
Bringer of unending night

Far from danger, no real threat
The rain of blood that makes you wet
Spread yourself, chicken flight
Bringer of unending night



Credits
Writer(s): Camilo Hernández Nyreen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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