Looking at the birds I see
Several dots standing down the line
Looking at the pines, an ornithologist says aloud:
“Bring me some wine”
They don’t sing the song
A waiter comes along, brings a cup and spills it on the ground,
Spills it on the ground...
Looking at a kid, the birds
Turn their heads waiting for the chance
A girl looks like a boy, and screams aloud:
“Watch out, Johnny boy!”
I think the kid it’s me,
Don’t turn my head, don’t look back while I'm hitting the ground,
While I'm hitting the ground...
But the quiet birds look
At the people in the woods
Vultures waiting on their prayers
Listen to the birds singing, they are flying after me!
Listen to the birds singing, they are flying after me!
This not another paranoia baby, this is not another paranoia…
They’re flying after me, they are flying after us, flying after all of us!
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