Birds.

Shit soaks through to the teeth, to the teeth

Life is messier than this, than this, than this

Birds who were not meant to fly, meant to fly

Now you're stuck with a fist, fist, fist

Shoot the gun into your eye

Shoot it twice into the sky

Life is messier than this, than this, than this

Then this is the time to fly

Birds who were not meant to soar, meant to soar

Tend to jump into the sea, to the sea

My back itches more than this

I'm bleeding from the inside out.