The Ballad of the Birds of Satan

Don't wanna hear no more About you We've heard it all before Without you We only ever took About you When did it all become About you? Don't wanna hear no more We've heard it all before You About you Yeah, you You About you Don't wanna hear no more We've heard it all before I can see the look, yes, I've seen it before With your eyes to the floor I see you're the only one with no regrets But you're still can't forget I see you're looking for a place to hide It's an eye for an eye You're talking 'bout something that don't exist Add it all to the list You go right back to say what you can say Find the words in a way Keep lookin' for some walls to make it stick But the walls don't stick So you keep lookin' for somewhere to hide Look around, look inside Keep lookin' for something that don't exist! Check it off on the list You've seen it all before Too much, too soon You've heard it all before Too much, too soon You've heard it all before Too much, too soon You've seen it all before Too much, too soon Why does it feel like we can't be friends Finally found an issue as the tissue hits the ground Lookin' for reaction from the action all around Don't wanna feel like we can't be friends Look at my condition, I don't feel like I'm around You're a contradiction on a mission lost and found You were lost You were found You were lost You were found I hear the sound coming around Sound of the ocean Filling this place, looking for space In the commotion But this ain't a love song Never heard before give it an answer Here it comes To come down, downtown You're a son of a gun It's a nose clean, new scene You're a son of a gun Need a fresh head instead You're a son of a gun It's a long night, sunlight You're a real son of a gun I see a face, you're such a face Like an actor Let's see you smile, scare us awhile What a disaster You gave it a good shot I guess it wasn't good enough this time Around Hear the sound Hear the new plan, old man You're a real son of a gun Get the kids fed, books read You're a real son of a gun Get the hands tied, quick ride You're a real son of a gun Could I bone deep? Throat's deep You're a real son of a gun You're a real son of a gun You're a real son of a gun Lookin' back to the end Want it all to begin Does it all have to end?