I found a bird on the floor that was covered in blood, It's feathers littered the carpet, it had given up. Sometimes I like to roll around on the ground, So desperate for your attention won't you look at me now?
I broke the skin of my teeth, On the steps to the church, I put my hands in the air, You crush my knuckles to dust.
We have no redeeming features, Just a desperate streak, To get along with the strong, And be obsessed by the weak.