Holding out the seeds, you're a bird, I'm your birdman. Spread the love from the edge of the mountain. I fought all the ogres, threw my gems to the sky. Banshees shrieked as sleigh bells filled the night.
Three headed bastards ate through my garden gate, tossed my lettuce and stole all the dates. When you showed up at my haus I was embarrassed of the mess; I always like my bird house looking at it's best.
Flew out the window, an attempt to catch your eye. You glimpsed my body writhing in delight. Associate my face with that of something great; insurance to turn us into soul mates.
Cause in the end I'm living, there's trouble in the air. I won the lottery yet living in despair. Complain about the assholes but I've got my own brand. When the shelves are knocked down, gonna stink up the land.