Usually I get real pissed off and wonder if anyone's really listening to me... Bring em back on the dead feathers We once left for the falling birds Bring them back all of the others Someone fed them some holy words I stare rigid and stony At the hand that holds the sky write out, spare me the money That bleeds out of your lies Someone took a gun Now I shot tomorrow Someone took a fall I think I killed tomorrow Someone took a gun Now I shot tomorrow Someone took a fall I think I killed tomorrow Throw them back on the dead corpses We once held close in our arms Throw them back, back where they started We danced naked for the stars I stare rigid and stony And the hand that holds the sky write out, spare me some money That bleeds out of these lies Someone took a gun Now I shot tomorrow Someone took a fall I think I killed tomorrow Someone took a gun Now I shot tomorrow Someone took a fall I think I killed tomorrow