Lupen Crook

The Murderbirds
These are the ships that I've sunk that I've sailed with you The cats that I've killed in a bag gave to you Drinks that you've raised on your happiest days Go on girl asking the boyfriend to stay But he is not stupid He is not dumb He's not the one that's been singing along He's just a petal fresh from roadkill The murderbirds are frightening The murderbirds are lightning The murderbirds are gonna eat your fucking soul! She's been dreaming 'bout Hitler again Said “the man's such a catch When he looks at me I explode” I've been thinking 'bout hit'n'run, trenches and tripwire Black police, white riots, bloody nose. Ohh, are you with me, When I say “To hell with the singer cos we don't need his band We don't need incentives to cut off our hands” We are free, like the murderbirds, We are free, so baby do your worst From Letras Mania