I don't like the words that the birds are singing.
I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing.
But if everyone can start again and everyone can win
then I'll re-arrange the place that I'm in.
And I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter.
They whisper I'm a c*nt and they cackle and they mutter.
But i'm sure I heard them rea**ure me everything ends
as I walked away from all my fake friends.
They've scrutinised the mistakes I've been making.
They know who I've f**ed, they know what I've taken.
They've seen me in the shower with sh** down my legs.
They've seen me searching a stranger's house for dregs.
I used to think they loved me, but now I know it's pity
and they know that they can always flee this f**ing city.
They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start
and they know that these days my co*k's as numb as my heart.
New blood flows.
Old faces go.
I like the new ones better.
I think I like these girls.
Feels like I've travelled miles.
Now I want to party all the time.
Now I want to party all the time again.