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The Burning Hell — Birdwatching
Artist: → The Burning Hell
The Burning Hell — Birdwatching — lyrics
Saturday night comes around
{Verse 1}
Tragedy minus glory equals just another story
Like the prisoners that stayed behind in Plato’s allegory
Or the poor forgotten second-last passenger pigeon
Anyone can fail but truly losing, takes ambition
{Refrain 1}
I’m suspicious of ambitious folks, but I’ll race you to the bottom
Where the clocks don’t tick or tock
And you can smoke ’em if you got ’em
Carpe-ing every Diem’s no achievement, it’s exhausting
If you need me I’ll be sitting over here, birdwatching
{Verse 2}
I’ve read The Sevеn Habits of Highly Ineffective Pеople
I know I’m probably the liver, not Prometheus or the eagle
But I’d rather be a giver than a taker or a faker
Everybody’s just another paycheque to the undertaker
{Refrain 2}
I have an allergy to strategy and inspirational quotations
My reaction’s anaphylactic to vocations or to nations
I’m digging moats and burning flags, and bridges just as a precaution
If you need me, I’ll be sitting on this island, birdwatching
{Instrumental Interlude}
{Verse 3}
There’s a flower in the compost and a beach below the pavement
We’ll outlive the rich and famous if we remain aimless and patient
We’re neither rising like a phoenix nor are we dying like the dodos
Let’s leave the endless questing to the Sams and to the Frodos
{Refrain 3}
Anthems are anathema, enough with rousing choruses
And achieving is as torturous as tickling slow lorises
The search for more and better gives us worse and fewer options
So let’s quit while we’re behind, and do some birdwatching
Entrepreneurship is capsizing and it will surely sink
Jump and swim to Garbage Island, just sit and have a drink
While everybody else is busy polishing their coffins
We’ll be mixing cosmopolitans, and birdwatching
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