Some Girls - Retard and Feathered lyrics

All of you dead doves on sunstaining streets Becoming soul mates with soles of my feet Clipped little wings Escaping the rain Crash into windows and bruise their birdbrains The second verse is as bored as the first Satanic gloom and barbiturate doom Pawning guitars to heat up a spoon you can't just eat sh** on an empty stomach And then act surprised at what comes out of it