As [bad word] my crimes in a darkened room
bird flew by, it saw what i'd done and set up a nest outside
And he sang about what i'd [bad word] He sang so loud
He sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbours would hear
So i invited him in, to reason with him
I promised i wouldn't do it again
But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now i couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
And stood on it to make him stop
I picked up the bird and above the dim i said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing"
Held him down, broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

Then i put that bird in a cooking pot
Boiled him up and ate the lot
Then i sat in the silence
Thanked the lord for peace
Coughed up a feather and fell asleep
But in my dreams began to creep
that old familiar tweet tweet tweet

I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But i couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
Cause the song [bad word] from my mouth

I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But i couldn't scream I couldn't shout
The song [bad word] from my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
From my mouth
The song [bad word] from my mouth.