Bb Dm Gm Dm I learned long ago 'bout a better way of killing birds Bb Dm Gm F And what it means when they die in my hands Bb Dm Gm Dm Like a strangled heart, it never made much sense to me Bb Dm Gm F Why I'd need to know the best way to do that Abm Eb Ebm Gb But you have to love the murderer I've become Bb Gm As I'm standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing right in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you G Killing birds Bb Dm Gm Dm I've spent my youth breaking down the walls my father built Bb Dm Gm F Just like he did to his father before him Bb Dm Gm Dm But then I had no home, so I tried to make a better one Bb Dm Gm F It looked just like his, so I burned it down again Abm Eb Ebm Gb No there ain't a long parade of idiots Bb Gm As I'm standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing right in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Killing birds Abm Eb Ebm Gb You don't have to love the murderer I've become Bb Dm Gm Dm If I could spin a web, I would sit and wait for you Bb Dm Gm F I wouldn't need a stone, I'd just poison you and tie you up Bb Dm Gm Dm And you would be a bird, a beautiful crested one Bb Dm Gm F And your eyes would beg, but I'm just doing my job Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you Bb Gm Standing here in front of you G Killing birds
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