He's too beautiful, like you
Plotting, yeah, I see you
You think I'm stupid
To chains around my wrists
And thorns upon your lips
Kiss me anyway, yeah
Kiss me anyway
Prick prick inside your walls
Your flooded stalls
Lying, yeah, I see you
You think I'm stupid
You you you think I'm paranoid
Well I'll tell you one thing
I'm a paranoid angel with a dislike for strangers
I was born in a manger
On 64th street
Yeah, that's me
Jesus of the sinning city
Kill the bird
Yeah
Kill the bird
He has no right to live
Not when I want to die
Sacrificial fluttering of
Beating beating sweeping wings
K-k-k-kill the...
Kill the bird
Yeah
Kill the bird
Flip the bird, fry it, and
Eat it with your coffee for dinner
Kill the bird
Yeah
Kill the bird
Flip the bird