These are the ships that I’ve sunk that I’ve sailed with you   The cats that I’ve killed in a bag gave to you   Drinks that you’ve raised on your happiest days   Go on girl asking the boyfriend to stay   But he is not stupid   He is not dumb   He’s not the one that’s been singing along      He’s just a petal fresh from roadkill      The murderbirds are frightening   The murderbirds are lightning    The murderbirds are gonna eat your fucking soul!      She’s been dreaming ’bout Hitler again   Said “the man’s such a catch   When he looks at me I explode”   I’ve been thinking ’bout hit’n’run, trenches and tripwire   Black police, white riots, bloody nose.      Ohh, are you with me,   When I say      “To hell with the singer cos we don’t need his band   We don’t need incentives to cut off our hands”      We are free, like the murderbirds,   We are free, so baby do your worst