[Yelling female voice] “This one’s for my bird... My beady eyed bastard.” Yaaaaaaahhhh! [Blistering Banjo intro, BANJO throughout the song] [Verse 1, ragged raspy female hyena vocal with crust punk shrieks] You’re the feather in my busted fan, The stale French fry in a stranger’s van, Heckle while I puke up moonlight and gin, Then laugh like a pervert and tuck me in. Your eyes spin slow like ashtray stars, You’ve screamed at gods behind dive-bar bars, You’re all dry wit and rodent bones— My noble freak, my whiskey foam. [Chorus, ragged female hyena vocal with crust punk snarls] Death bought a round and called it mine, But you showed up with puke and shine. Blood on your feathers, eyes full’a fight— You filthy little bastard, you kept me alive. When I piss on the floor and howl at the sign, You perch on the bar and declare it divine. We stagger through smoke, too drunk to die— You beady-eyed bastard, you kept me alive. [Verse 2] You shielded me when the arrows flew, Wings scorched black, shit-slick but true. You yanked my blade from a soul-gagged crypt, While I leaked black bile with my guts unzipped. You dragged Zeb’s heart through slag and spit, Found me twitching in a corpse-choked pit. You screamed and scratched 'til I came back, You hooted me right off that deathtrack. [Chorus] Death bought a round and called it mine, But you showed up with puke and shine. Blood on your feathers, eyes full’a fight— You filthy little bastard, you kept me alive. When I piss on the floor and howl at the sign, You perch on the bar and declare it divine. We stagger through smoke, too drunk to die— You beady-eyed bastard, you kept me alive. [Instrumental interlude, Banjo solo inspired by Dvorak's New World Symphony] [Breakdown, wild raspy female hyena vocal with intense crust punk snarls] You drank the barkeep and the bouncer blind, Chugged down fire, then squealed like swine. You slammed six shots from a gas can spout, Then pissed your name and blacked right out. You hoot ’til the floor’s slick with your spill, You drained every keg and broke every will. You cracked from an egg shit-kicked from the rafters— You beautiful bug-eyed booze-soaked bastard! [Instrumental interlude, banjo virtuoso] [Final Chorus] Death bought a round and called it mine, But you showed up with puke and shine. Blood on your feathers, eyes full’a fight— You filthy little bastard, you kept me alive. When I piss on the floor and howl at the sign, You perch on the bar and declare it divine. We stagger through smoke, too drunk to die— You beady-eyed bastard, you kept me alive. [screaming female voice] "I fuckin' love you, Dookie! Yes ahahahaaaaaaaa!" [Banjo outro, high energy poignant beautiful]
