t it nice to know That the lining is silver Isn't it nice to know That we're golden oh Isn't it nice to know That the lining is silver Isn't it nice
This morning as I walked, I gazed out across my land Lying there all still lying there upon the sand A big silver bird had planted itself into the ground
Tres mil pajaros negros volando en arrozales, tres mil pajaros negros con bocas de chacales. Tres mil pajaros grises cayeron como iguales, tres
bird Bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word Bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word, yeah Surfin' bird Well, everybody's heard, about the bird Bird, bird
tongs Hang strung from an empty nest Those thieving birds [Incomprehensible] out, sing out Those thieving birds [Incomprehensible] out, sing out Those thieving birds
Those thieving birds Hang strung from an empty nest This swan plagued pond Forsaken and under whelmed Those leaving words Hang strong from an emptiness
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
for the glory Cocky niggers don't have cocky my yankee fiddy My wrist Rocky, Sylvester Stallone, Jacob Day Early birds, furry furs, his and hers Baby girl, silver
He say now, here's to mother hen And her chicken, Lord have mercy now Master, will you take a roll in the mud Like you know you should? The old barnyard, the old barnyard Birds
I'm a ass, ass, ass I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a ass, ass, ass Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking
of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass White lightning and an ol' fruit cup (? )(? )box rock where you are Dig my grave with a silver
First thang we do is hit the club I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show your homey love This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that
the fine print later We'll invent new four letter words You are the bitter, I am the sweet Run through the fields, sing with the birds You are the griddle
The bird is here and we are off To wherever those wings take us The atmosphere is crawling with airlines That wind through the clouds And look down
Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons Better than witnessing newborn nebulas in bloom She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings Prospective
'll go inside of it Where you are not human, you are not human" But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm Nobody there 'cept for the birds Around the New