Killing Birds

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 here in front of you
Standing here in front of you
Killing birds