| It’s the bird, it must have been the bird, disgusting critter, it must
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| We should have known better than to trust
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| This disease infested ball of lust and carnage
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| Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing
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| Get the bird, catch her, shoot her, I don’t care
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| Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air
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| Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first
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| Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inhabit the earth
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| What’s she thinking? |
| Does she really believe
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| That she’s above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
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| See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
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| Like she’s chosen over those who walk around on two feet
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| The bird, the melodies she play
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| The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
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| Trying to remind us it’s time to awake
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| Antagonizing and instigating my hate
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| The chirps, I turn them into screams
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| My feathered friends' end will justify the means
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| Disturbed, I’ll grab her by her beak
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| And swing her in circles until she’s too dizzy to speak
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| Well I’ll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
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| Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
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| (She's a snake that can fly) she’s just food for the fleas
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| She thinks she’s better then me just because she’s free?
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| I’ll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
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| Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
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| (She's a snake that can fly) she’s just food for the fleas
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| She thinks she’s better then me just because she’s free?
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away
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| My beautiful bird has gone away |