Birds of Paradise

[Verse 1]
I'm sick of waking up crooked in the afternoon
I'm sick of direwolves howling at the paper moon
I'm sick of mercenary women in designer shoes
The sunburnt congregation of fools

[Chorus]
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Carry on, shine with your life
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Sing your song, fly or die

[Verse 2]
I'm sick of missionaries telling me what to do
Like band silk spun from a silver spoon
Lying outside by the swimming pool
She got a pink Blackberry and a new tattoo

[Chorus]
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Carry on, shine with your life
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Sing your song, fly or die

[Verse 3]
I'm sick of white head bullies making all the wrong moves
A bunch of dead men walking in business suits
Hiding all the medicine, hiding all the loot
When the levee is breaking in, we're coming after you

[Chorus]
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Carry on, shine with your life
You better fly
Young birds of paradise
Sing your song, fly or die