Bugs

You're a dead bird you're a dead bird You're a dead bird you're a dead bird You're a dead bird you're a dead bird You're a dead bird you're a dead bird You're a dead bird on the sidewalk And I've got these bugs in me Now don't you tread on me Or else now you're just a dead bird on a shelf Bud thanks so much for this bracelet I'd keep it forever bud this bracelet's made of paper Not sure why they had to do that It don't no make no sense at all They've got these bugs in their mouths They're as liberal as it gets Not me though I'm devilishly confused I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird I'm a dead bird Suck fat up on these burnholes You'd know them they're dumbfounded They say that I'm a headcase delusional sometimes That's alright thought I agree As long as this makes sense for a freak That's quite alright and it's fine by me Yippy-ki-yay off and on it's a turkey dinner and now I'm stuffed Cuz for me enough is just too much I'm throwing up walking in circles Yippy-ki-yay what kind of dog am I I'm a gemini I could never tell no lies And could you drop me off at the pharmacy Cuz some days suck bud I know they're only temporary