Bush-whacked and tree-tied
For a fundraiser doesn't make it make well
All that gold, I had to lay down, woozy

A [perfect carnival power?] with those at charity brunch
Almighty tilt-a-whirl and heave-ho to self-sufficient thinking
Can they understand my fucking feeling?

Dead bird!

Brought to you by the flea-man overcoat society
Lisdale, his bangles, versus the world
A quick fix for a dead bird

Dead bird!
Dead bird!

I'm freed!
Dead bird!
Don't breathe!