Chris Cornell - Killing Birds lyrics
[Chris Cornell - Killing Birds lyrics]
'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
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