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Killing Birds

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  • 2007.01.01
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Learned long ago About a better way Of killing birds And what it means When they die in my hands Like a strangled heart It never made much sense to me Why I'd need to know The best way to do that But you have to love The murderer I've become As I'm standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing right in front of you Killing birds I spent my youth Breaking down the walls My father built Just like he did To his father before him Then I had no home So I tried to make a better one It looked just like his So I burned it down again Another in a long Parade of idiots Standing here in front of you Standing here in front of you Standing here in front of you Killing birds You don't have to love The murderer I've become If I had a web I could sit and wait for you Wouldn't need a stone I'd just poison you And tie you up And you would be a bird A beautiful crested one And your eyes would beg But I'm just doing my job Standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Killing birds

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