Killing Birds — Chris Cornell

I learned long ago 'bout a better way of killing birds And what it means when they die in my hands

Like a strangled heart It never made much sense to me Why I'd need to know the best way to do that

But you have to love the murderer I've become As I'm standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Killing birds

I've spent my youth Breaking down the walls my father built Just like he did to his father before him

But then I had no home So I tried to make a better one It looked just like his, so I burned it down again

No there ain't a long parade of idiots As I'm standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Killing birds

You don't have to love the murderer I've become

If I could spin a web I would sit and wait for you I wouldn't need a stone, I'd just poison you and tie you up

And you would be a bird A beautiful cresent one And your eyes would beg But i'm just doing my job

Standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Killing birds