I learned long ago
'bout 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 here in front of you

Killing birds

I've spent my youth

Breaking down the walls my father built
Just like he did to his father before him


But 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
As I'm standing here in front of you

Standing right 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 could spin a web
I would sit and wait for you
I 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 right in front of you
Standing here in front of you

Standing right in front of you
Standing here in front of you
Standing right in front of you

Standing here in front of you
Killing birds