Un, deux, trois

Turn it up a little bit

Bang, bang, bang

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers

One by one, by one

No more skylarking around my head

Your information

But there's no hiding behind molting feathers

On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the show

40k contract, take it out the door

Dice symbolize my life, roll 'em on the floor

From your [bad word] hands, as you hand the grand stand

You live a [bad word] life, we live the bonne, bonne vie

Hotter than the book, while we watch the TV

Think you got us fooled, ooh never again

First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end

No way, bang your dead, paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la te^te, je te plumerai la te^te

Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la te^te, je te plumerai la te^te

No way, no

The clock is ticking forward

No way

It's just a [bad word]  [bad word] world
 [bad word] world is [bad word] , they got us all hittin'

With late night divisions and lab appositions

But based with decisions to fight a fricassee

And you've clearly decided on how to handle me

Difficile imbecile, is it fake, is it real?

Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep?

There's [bad word] goin' 'round, 'bout the [bad word]  town

If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high

Numbers, you got my number

You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture

Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words

Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings
Find More lyrics at www [bad word] 
(Your own wings)

No way, bang your dead, paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la te^te, je te plumerai la te^te

Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la te^te, je te plumerai la te^te

We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin'

We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin'

We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin'

We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the [bad word] 
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you

Stories

(You with the tall tales)

How many stories?

(So many tall tales)

We climb the [bad word] 
(You scale the ladder)

You build it higher

(You make us madder)

We take our aim

(So now we're barin' all)

You perch above your nest

(In your charms)

The stories in your head

(It's a crazy bald head)

That's what got you dead

Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la te^te, je te plumerai la te^te

Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette

Je te plumerai la te^te, je te plumerai la te^te

Un, deux, trois

No one ever does it like that anymore

Bang, bang, bang

When feathers fly, you deny everything

(Alouette)

Un, deux, trois

No one ever does it like that anymore

Bang, bang, bang

(Alouette)

When feathers fly, you deny everything