The Ballad of the Birds of Satan

Don't wanna hear no more
About you
We've heard it all before
Without you
We only ever took
About you
When did it all become
About you?
Don't wanna hear no more
We've heard it all before

You
About you
Yeah, you
You
About you
Don't wanna hear no more
We've heard it all before

I can see the look, yes, I've seen it before
With your eyes to the floor
I see you're the only one with no regrets
But you're still can't forget

I see you're looking for a place to hide
It's an eye for an eye
You're talking 'bout something that don't exist
Add it all to the list

You go right back to say what you can say
Find the words in a way
Keep lookin' for some walls to make it stick
But the walls don't stick

So you keep lookin' for somewhere to hide
Look around, look inside
Keep lookin' for something that don't exist!
Check it off on the list

You've seen it all before
Too much, too soon
You've heard it all before
Too much, too soon

You've heard it all before
Too much, too soon
You've seen it all before
Too much, too soon

Why does it feel like we can't be friends
Finally found an issue as the tissue hits the ground
Lookin' for reaction from the action all around
Don't wanna feel like we can't be friends
Look at my condition, I don't feel like I'm around
You're a contradiction on a mission lost and found
You were lost
You were found
You were lost
You were found

I hear the sound coming around
Sound of the ocean
Filling this place, looking for space
In the commotion
But this ain't a love song
Never heard before give it an answer
Here it comes

To come down, downtown
You're a son of a gun
It's a nose clean, new scene
You're a son of a gun
Need a fresh head instead
You're a son of a gun
It's a long night, sunlight
You're a real son of a gun

I see a face, you're such a face
Like an actor
Let's see you smile, scare us awhile
What a disaster
You gave it a good shot
I guess it wasn't good enough this time
Around
Hear the sound

Hear the new plan, old man
You're a real son of a gun
Get the kids fed, books read
You're a real son of a gun
Get the hands tied, quick ride
You're a real son of a gun
Could I bone deep? Throat's deep
You're a real son of a gun
You're a real son of a gun
You're a real son of a gun

Lookin' back to the end
Want it all to begin
Does it all have to end?