[Verse 1]
Bush-whacked and tree-tied
For a fundraiser doesn't make it make well
All that gold, I had to lay down, woozy
A [perfect carnival power?] with those at charity brunch
Almighty tilt-a-whirl and heave-ho to self-sufficient thinking
Can they understand my fucking feeling?
[Chorus]
Dead bird!
[Verse 2]
Brought to you by the flea-man overcoat society
Lisdale, his bangles, versus the world
A quick fix for a dead bird
[Chorus]
Dead bird!
Dead bird!
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
I'm freed!
Dead bird!
Don't breathe!