Die Birdy Die

The Hubies

Blood shot eyes and a runny nose

Messed up sheets and a de thorned rose

Broken dreams, and messed up hair

I guess it's true. Life isn't fair



I feel my eyes are burning out of my head

THE THINGS YOU SAY I CAN'T COMPREHEND!



Gone on the inside! Take a picture!

I'm sick and tired of your friends stricture!

Ace in the hole, ready say good bye

The grave shall read, Die Birdy Die



And my eyes are burning out of my head

THE THINGS YOU SAY I CAN'T COMPREHEND!

Eye drops pave the way for clearity

But nothing will ever make me see!