all of you dead doves on sustaining streets
becoming soulmates with the soles of my feet
clipped little wings
escapping the rain
crash into windows and bruises their birdbrains
the second verse is as bored as the first
satanic gloom and barbiturate doom
p***ing guitars to heat up a spoon
you cant just eat s*** on an empty stomach
and then act surprised at what comes out of it
becoming soulmates with the soles of my feet
clipped little wings
escapping the rain
crash into windows and bruises their birdbrains
the second verse is as bored as the first
satanic gloom and barbiturate doom
p***ing guitars to heat up a spoon
you cant just eat s*** on an empty stomach
and then act surprised at what comes out of it