Feather and Bone
"There are days when I can almost feel what it would be like to be in the sights of an F-16." - adam
"This one has a pretty simple structure, but we have a lot of fun playing it." - jt goray
Lyrics
Death birds
On the sky
Death birds
Hunt for me.
Smoke and fire raining hard
Coffins on the wing
Smoke and fire raining hard
Coffins on the wing
Born like this
Into flame
Shoot the pilots down
With desire
In broken fields
Fall asleep
When warplanes return
Tear away.
Smoke and fire raining hard
Coffins on the wing
Smoke and fire raining hard
Coffins on the wing
Death birds
On the sky
Death birds
Hunt for me
Feather and bone
Raven black
Feather and bone
Hunt for me.
Bombs come down
Bombs come down
Come for me
Death birds sighted in the west
Crosshairs seeking out my voice
Laser guided to my chest
They're killing me, they're killing me.
Death birds sighted in the west
Crosshairs seeking out my voice
Laser guided to my chest
They're killing me, they're killing me
Death birds.
- Daisy Cutter, 2002
Updated Wednesday 28, January 2004
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