For The Birds

[Lyrics]

Oh the corpses in my graveyard have a devilish grin,
and the vultures circling overhead are filled to the brim,
with the toxic putrefying mass of flesh held within
and once they're fuckin hungry they'll be coming back once again!

(Fuckin feed off my sins)

(Guitar Solo)

Oh your days are fucking numbered
and I feel bad for you son
Because the buzzing of the buzzards
Cannot be swayed by the young
and though you tell me that you're okay
My fuckin song isn't done
Because you'll still end up dead one day
So lighten up, and have some fun.

(Take a chill pill coffin-stuffer.)

(Guitar Solo)

Well my scarecrow isn't scary and I'm starting to think
that he's in league with the crows because at least once a week
I find them among the buzzards like they're sneaking a treat
And I wanna run them off but they're so damn cute when they eat.

(I named one Edgar! We're friends now.)

(Guitar Solo)

Life's for the birds, or so I guess that I have heard,
But when you're digging up these corpses, you'd think that death is for the birds,
Because I don't know what you might have seen, or what you might have heard
But there's no death in decency, you're either their food, or the worms.

(I know what I'd pick to eat me, just saying.)