Low Flying Birds

The sky is the limit and you’re sheltered Satisfy your needs / You lead an

afluent life Buy a ticket to whereever you want

But don’t trick them you better behave The horizon already turns red

And they will come with pitchforks and torches Yelling „Aye aye, Sir!“

The clairvoyante didn’t charge /Misschief dawns Look up low flying birds

And they will come with pitchforks and torches Yelling „Aye aye, Sir!“

The clairvoyante didn’t charge /Misschief dawns Look up low flying birds

They say that we stick together / No matter what comes

This is a land of milk and honey and even better of kind words

But this is also the lull before the storm/ You’d better be on your guard

And they will come with pitchforks and torches Yelling „Aye aye, Sir!“

The clairvoyante didn’t charge /Misschief dawns Look up low flying birds

And they will come with pitchforks and torches Yelling „Aye aye, Sir!“

The clairvoyante didn’t charge /Misschief dawns Look up low flying birds

And they will come with pitchforks and torches Yelling „Aye aye, Sir!“

The clairvoyante didn’t charge /Misschief dawns Look up low flying birds

And they will come with pitchforks and torches Yelling „Aye aye, Sir!“

The clairvoyante didn’t charge /Misschief dawns Look up low flying birds