Every Time I Die Guitarred And Feathered Lyrics

Guitarred And Feathered Lyrics

There is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm.

The situation demands that we raie our glasses in honor of the spoesman we've
fixated to the florr.

Give us your headlines hymns and your saddest verse.

You're not partnered with the half hearted anymore.

Our legs are spread wide open, our weary heads are splitting at the seams and
we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief.

We are capable of the of the kind of love about which only the petrified can
speak.

Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs of the frauds to all his
loyal sycofanatics.

We all cater to the fire, once the walls come rushing down for shame.

I can say it better than you felt it.

And I can be it bigger than you needed it.

I haven't spent a day of my life apart from the one everyone's read about.

I'll spark de-evolution.

I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines.

I've been fattened up for the guillotines.

Sweet talker, you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb.

I can show you how to have a good time.

I know why you came here, but neither of us will get what you want out of
me.

This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping my peace.

Every canidate ends his life with a cliche, and the paths of glory lead to
nowhere but the grave.

I've been spoiled rotten.

Every thought I've authored has curdled.

Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that.

I've been drawn and quartered.

I've been twice picked over.

And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate.

Fuck yea we're gonna party tonight.

I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the
California bound can weep.