A flock hungry of birds gather in the outfield

I guess a storm's coming in

The stadium lights finally flickered out

And i feel unstable

The birds just keep staring

They've found their prize

They're mad at you, specifically you

Yeah, you know who you are

Do these birds have souls?

Well they've got more spirit than you anyway

I hardly think a few birds

Are going to bring about the end of the world

The birds are mad at you

You specifically

You know who you are