Birds of Prey Pt. 2

What became of saving

I tried to find where all my money went

Look beneath the cushions of the couch

My ears are out

And I fear the ghosts

Start to wear my father's clothes

Light some candles I suppose

The smell of matches burns my nose

And the money's all gone

And the money's all gone

We'll vacation with the crows

Speak a language no one knows

Feed each other mouth to throat

We don't care if it's gross

And the money's all gone