Funeral Birds

Duration

3:03

Genres

Indie Rock

Lyrics

Funeral Birds – William McGuffey Perry All the liquid is spilt All the little birdies are kill’t My dreams disconnect Get sucked out the window like smoke All of my curses are mistaken for jokes And I can’t get out of the car It’s like a funeral on stilts People say something sounds sometimes Sounds like good choice Living like mutants eating sound waves And halving the price Won’t hold still for me to draw the wings on Won’t calm down so I could explain It won’t help won’t see I won’t make that mistake again Driving around Watching the road like a spy Forcing myself up to tears And then on into lies All of my dreams Out the window like smoke All of my curses are taken for jokes Look on the ground All of the liquid is spilt Look there on the road All the little birdies are kill’t And I can’t make myself stop the car It’s like a funeral on stilts