You swallow birds
I can hear them tearing at your throat
Songs start and stop
You’re trying to breathe between the notes

And if you’re good when your body dies
We’ll use your bones to salt the skies
And the [bad word] And the [bad word] And if you’re good in a black T-shirt
We’ll use your sweat to salt the Earth
And the [bad word] And the [bad word] 
You’re drawing lines
You’re trying to regain control
Maps of low fidelity
Streets and signs have abandoned their roles

And if you’re good when your body dies
We’ll use your bones to salt the skies
And the [bad word] And the [bad word] And if you’re good in an A-line skirt
We’ll use your sweat to salt the Earth
And the [bad word] And the [bad word] Oooh oooh oooh ooh oh