Mama Bird

Mama bird, mama bird, 

Perched in your unholy nest,  

Upon your rotted bed,

You fashion a crown of thorns

To crush upon your head.

Mama bird, mama bird,

Afraid that they may know, 

(Oh, what else was there to do?)

You gouged your babies' eyes out

Before they ever flew. 

So mama bird, mama bird,

Sit upon your bloody throne

Upon your bloody brood,

Oh mama bird, mama bird,

Your time is coming too.