first i am homeless
than a foreigner
i've no hideaway
can't foresee my blame
i've no motherland
countries poor and sad
poor and sad, poor and sad
they're dead
bats are flying away
into underworld's bay
laying toxic eggs
breaking their own necks
in my neighborhood
the birds are getting screwed
burning up their nests
all due to distress
flock of birds tweet songs
mortal hymns of war
I've to fly my flag
prepared for air attack
explosive eggs fall down
to the holy ground
desperation halls
desolation haunts ´em all
bats fall down in a hole of madness
bats fall down to the ground
foreign flags around
come to me strange bird
bring submissive kids
and be proud to be a bat

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