For The Birds

I don't care for boys or girls. I'd rather hang around with the birds. Humans only wreck the world. They'd kill your whole family for a string of pearls. I'm trying, and I'm trying, and I'm trying But I can't get away from the thought. We're dying, we're dying, we're dying. Our insides are starting to rot. You're lying, you're lying, if you say We're okay, 'cos maybe we're not. Ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh ooh. Oooh... ooh ooh... ooh If I had wings I'd try to fly. But they don't make it harder to die. You can take it up to the sky. But no one ever stays that high. High... high