Bird Song of Death

I guess I never really thought too much about

If a man was chained to his faith

Till I heard from a couple of them block t boys

That ol' Dan drowned in the lake

We barreled through Wyoming

On a drunk with Josephine

Till I found myself out'n new Mexico

Seeing demons in my dreams

But somewhere there is a mountain

Oh-oh-oh

Where the rivers gonna rise up and flood

I can hear the ghosts in that dark tree line

And the birds singing their song

And the birds singing their song

Of death and blood

One, two, three, four

Horizons stretch out forever

I chased 'em hard but misspent my youth

I just had to know where it—, where it all ends

But it's a slow sad death

It's a slow sad death

But somewhere there is a mountain

Where the rivers gonna rise up and flood

I can hear the ghosts in that dark tree line

And the birds singing their song

And the birds singing their song

And the birds singing their song

Of death and blood

But somewhere there is a mountain

Oh-oh-oh

Where the rivers gonna rise up and flood

It's gonna rise up and flood

I can hear the ghosts in that dark tree line

And the birds singing their song

And the birds singing their song

Of death and blood