Death by Eagles Songtext
von 4 Golfers

Smash my teeth on the glass
Coverup a new suspicion
Pelican on my ass
Green goblin in the kitchen
Skeleton in the doorframe
Where he′s lookin for a bone
Interview with a vampire
And he's calling on the phone

Death by eagles
Death by eagles

Take a look at my face so
You′ll remember when I'm gone
A burnt out leg in the race
The ghosts and ghouls who deceive you
Send my soul to the bean
So I can find myself refried
Turn my soul into compost
Where I can shrivel up and die


Barrel in hand
Loaded gun in the other
Above the motel stands
I'll slither down to another
Pull my guts through the sewer
And wash them clean till they′re newer
The air is smelling like manure
You′re so damn immature

Projecting myself on the mirror of the past
Soul turned to plastic
Brain turned to glass
Justice toned hallway to lead me down
Underneath the driveway
I'm upside down

Freeway broken to a crumble, a deserted past
Driving down the masses, collapsed mass
Return to the jungle from whence you came
Reflected in the future, where you′re to blame

Death by eagles
Death by eagles
Death by eagles
Death by eagles