i keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
achromatic twisted aeronaut
a BIRDBRAIN, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (foul!)
ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (so weak)
so put my neck up on the chopping block
a BIRDBRAIN, baby, I don't think my head is coming off
baby, i don't know when I'm supposed to stop
baby, i don't know when I'm supposed to stop