Last night I had a terrible dream   It was an awful dream   It was about these bird things   They had normal bodies like birds   But faces like men and hands like mine   And they flew over my head and   into my pocket, and into my pocket   Where they laid their little birds' eggs   And they began to hatch   1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birds   1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birds   Were flying high and    They're taking my soul with them   Flying High