Killing Birds

I learned long ago

'bout 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 here in front of you

Killing birds

I've spent my youth

Breaking down the walls my father built

Just like he did to his father before him

But then I had no home

So I tried to make a better one

It looked just like his, so I burned it down again

No there ain't a long parade of idiots

As I'm standing here in front of you

Standing right 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 could spin a web

I would sit and wait for you

I wouldn't need a stone, I'd just poison you and tie you up

And you would be a bird

A beautiful cresent 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