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,
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.
Whoah-oh whoah-oh
People in love make me feel yuck
People in love make me feel yuck
People in love make me feel yuck
People in love make me feel yuck
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