Lyrics I'd Rather Die Than Fly - The Abominable Iron Sloth

I'd Rather Die Than Fly

Yet moments later, the bullet’s in her head
I hope your god is laughing, I know your god is dead
The bullets in the back
The bullets in the backyard are conmen stealing time
Next time I’ll take the subway, I’d rather die than fly
Celebrate birth, which leads to life
And leads hate, and leads to death
I speak in tongues and riddles
And I’ll part with the colors of you
The bullets in the backyard are conmen stealing time
Next time I’ll take the subway, I’d rather die than fly
I’d rather
I’d rather die than fly
I’d rather die, I’d rather die
I’d rather die than fly