Bird 'N' Roll
Come on let's bird! Bird 'n' Roll!
Even the dead trees rise their palms to do the Bird 'n 'Roll
Do the Bird 'n' Roll
You can cry like a snowman in the sun but do the Bird 'n' Roll
Come on cry, let's try to spit your dreams, dancing the Bird 'n' Roll
Come on ghost, I need to feel your skin and kiss you all over the sheet
The wind makes the trees whistling, the rain makes them cry through the skin
Con on let's bird!
Bird 'n' Roll!
In these Jesus Crisis times of multibroken dreams
Nobody will save you, nobody will save, nobody will save you, nobody will save
But you can still raise arms like palms of the dead trees
Whistle like a gospel of drunken birds
The wind makes the trees whistling, the rain makes them cry through the skin
Come on let's bird, bird and bird and Bird 'n' Roll