Lyrics Dead Birds - Billy Woods, The Funs

Dead Birds

Early returns in, read 'em and weep
Fire burn n' leap in the street
Wave heat, the wave’s thirty feet
The meek inherit a softly rotted peach
The shepherd’s sheep dead
Sign said don’t eat the meat
Men are beasts
You’ll see it now, you’ll hear the shrieks
Don’t ask what, just put it in the grease
Sow as you reap, golden goose confit
Eat your gun, gunshot residue on your teeth
Color o' the sun like blood when it’s deep
Gunshot, tryin' find the fuckin' leak
(You know, you know you done fucked up, though, right?)
(You know you done fucked up, man)
(You know, you know you done fucked up, right?)
(You fucked up)
Bread cast on water, come back poisoned
Film line the pot you boil water in
Spoiled meat dipped in bleach
Old oil drums the snake coiled in
Once the goyim go in, it’s microwave with the foil in
Particulate matter stain the skin
Right where it meet the respirator mask rim, this original sin
Nowadays he start every book at the end