Guitarred And Feathered

Guitarred And Feathered - Every Time I Die

This is a 'cause for celebration

Here in the belly of the swarm

The situation demands that we raise our glasses

I honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor

Give us your headlines hymns and your saddest verse

You're not partnered with the half hearted anymore

Our legs are spread wide open

Our weary heads are splitting at the seams

And we all know your proficient in the idioms of

Grief

We are capable of the kind of love about

Which only

The petrified can speak

Concede him the microphone

Let him sing the triumphs

Of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics

We all cater to the fire once the walls come

Rushing down for shame

I can say it better than you felt it

And I can be it bigger than you needed it

I haven't spent a day of my life apart

From the one everyone's read about

I'll spark de evolution

I'll spark de evolution

I was specially bred for the cover page of your

Magazines

I've been fattened up for the guillotines

I've been fattened up for the guillotines

Sweet talker you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb

I can show you how to have a good time

I know why you came here but neither of us

Will get what you want out of me

This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping

My peace

Every candidate ends his life with a cliche

And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the

Grave

I've been spoiled rotten

Every thought I've authored has curdled

Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of

I've been drawn and quartered

I've been twice picked over

And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate

F**k yea we're gonna party tonight

F**k yea

We're gonna party tonight

I am capable of the kind of love

About which only

The intoxicated

And the california bound can weep