Die birdy die de The Hubies

Blood shot eyes and a runny nose
messed up sheets and a de thorned rose
broken dreams, and messed up hair
i guess it's true. life isn't fair
I feel my eyes are burning out of my head
the things you say i can't comprehend
Gone on the inside take a picture
i'm sick and tired of your friends stricture
ace in the hole, ready say good bye
the grave shall read, die birdy die
And my eyes are burning out of my head
the things you say i can't comprehend
eye drops pave the way for clearity
but nothing will ever make me see