These are the ships that I’ve sunk that I’ve sailed with you
The cats that I’ve killed in a bag gave to you
Drinks that you’ve raised on your happiest days
Go on girl asking the boyfriend to stay
But he is not stupid
He is not dumb
He’s not the one that’s been singing along

He’s just a petal fresh from roadkill

The murderbirds are frightening
The murderbirds are lightning
The murderbirds are gonna eat your fucking soul!

She’s been dreaming ’bout Hitler again
Said “the man’s such a catch
When he looks at me I explode”
I’ve been thinking ’bout hit’n’run, trenches and tripwire
Black police, white riots, bloody nose.

Ohh, are you with me,
When I say

“To hell with the singer cos we don’t need his band
We don’t need incentives to cut off our hands”

We are free, like the murderbirds,
We are free, so baby do your worst

Lyrics submitted by matilda-v

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