Testo The Bird Atmosphere
Get the bird. Catch her. Shoot her, I donât care.
Get the bird! Bring her down to the ground from out the air.
Got to tear her apart. Let me at her first-
Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inhabit the earth!
Whatâs she thinking? Does she really believe
That sheâs above the creatures that walk the dirty streets?
See, sheâs up in the tree looking down at you and me
Like sheâs chosen over those that walk around on two feet.
The bird. The melody she plays. The music she makes,
Rubbing our faces in the feces of the day break.
Tryinâ to remind us itâs time to awake.
Antagonizing and instigating my hate.
The chirps, I turn into screams.
My feathered friendsâ ends will justify the means.
Disturbed! Iâll grab her by the beak,
And swing her in circles tillâ sheâs too dizzy to speak.
(2x)
Iâll shake her from the branch. Tear apart her nest.
Staple tags through her legs and cook her eggs up for breakfast.
Sheâs a snake that can fly. Sheâs just food for the fleas.
She thinks sheâs better than me just because sheâs free?
(10x)
(my beautiful bird has gone away)