
Letra de Bird Killer
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When I'm ready to kill all the birds out in the woods,
when I'm ready to steal the last song from their soul,
I will bring no gun and I will bring no stones
when I'm ready to steal the last song from their soul,
I will bring no gun and I will bring no stones
but I feel their bones breaking in my grasp
and I will the air leave their little lungs out onto my face.
Because these weapons make us weak,
and these weapons make us cowards.
You believe in a god that gave you these hands
but you don't know how to use them.
and I will the air leave their little lungs out onto my face.
Because these weapons make us weak,
and these weapons make us cowards.
You believe in a god that gave you these hands
but you don't know how to use them.
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