He said it's the Bird, it must have been the Bird.
Disgusting critter..
He should have known better than to trust this disease infested ball of lust and carnage.
He called her a piece of garbage with wings who has the guts to sing.
He told them get the Bird, catch her, shoot her, he didn't care. Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air.
He told them we gotta tear her apart, to let him at her first.
Asked them, What's she thinking? Does she really believe??
He said, See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me? Like she's chosen over us who walk around on two feet.
She was Antagonizing and instigating his hate. The chirps, he turned them into screams.
He said, my feathered friend's end will justify the means.
They were Disturbed, as he grabbed her by her beak and swung her in circles until she was too dizzy to speak.
He shook her from her branch, tore apart her nest. They watched him break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast.
Called her a snake that could fly, food for the fleas.
He said She think's She's better then me just because she's free.
His beautiful Bird has gone away.
Trying to remind us, its time to awake.
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