Killing Birds Lyrics - Carry On - Chris Cornell

I learned a long ago 'bout a better way of killing birds 

And what it means when they die in my hands 

Like a strangled heart it never made much sense to me 

Why I'd need to know the best way to do that 

But you have to love the murderer I've become 

As I'm standing here in front of you 

Standing right in front of you 

Standing here in front of you killing birds 

I've spent my youth breaking down the walls my father built 

Just like he did to his father before him 

But then I had no home, so I tried to make a better one 

It looked just like his, so I burned it down again 

No, there ain't a long parade of idiots 

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As I'm standing here in front of you 

Standing right in front of you 

Standing here in front of you killing birds 

You don't have to love the murderer I've become 

If I could spin a web, I would sit and wait for you 

I wouldn't need a stone, I'd just poison you and tie you up 

And you would be a bird, a beautiful crescent one 

And your eyes would beg but I'm just doing my job 

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Standing here in front of you 

Standing right in front of you 

Standing here in front of you 

Standing right in front of you 

Standing here in front of you 

Standing right in front of you 

Standing here in front of you killing birds