"Yeah, fuck off, Scuzzy... nobody knows thish..." "Don't fuckin' tell any buddy.." "Owl's are Hootin' on fuckin' Borrowed Time." [Verse 1] Every owl knows the day he dies, It’s written in the wind and fuckin' blackened skies. Seen my guts and gizzard spread on the stone— A secret I’ll never tell, fuckin' beak is sewn. Whooooooooo.... [Verse 2] I watch the moon bleed fat and red, A swollen wooned above my head. Feathers tighten, stiff and dry— They’re dressing up to fuckin' watch me die. [Chorus] Hootin’ on borrowed time, Claws grippin’ tight to a fragile vine. The sky might fall, the bell might chime— But I keep hootin’ on borrowed time. Whoooooooooooooooo!! [Verse 3] Scuzzy asks, “What’s that behind your eyes?” Fuckin' just hoot once and don’t say why. It’s the truth all owls must bear alone— Dragging the weight of a fate long known. [Chorus] Hootin’ on borrowed time, Claws grippin’ tight to a fragile vine. The sky might fall, the bell might chime— But I keep hootin’ on borrowed time. Whoooooo! [Bridge] I seen my death. Fuckin' felt it bite. So I know I’m safe ‘til that one night. I can drink the flame, kiss the wire— Dance half-dead on a funeral pyre. If fate’s locked in, fuckin' shame’s a joke. So I laugh, I steal, I drink, I croak. What’s left to fear? I’ve read the signs— Fuckin' clear the bar. It’s livin’ time. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! [Verse 4] I made love to a jukebox once! It moaned my tune and spat out punch! Scuzzy screamed, knocking back a shot— “Flap loud, Dook! Give all you’ve got!!!” [Verse 5] We tear through towns, fuckin' feathers flyin’— Can’t kill me yet, so I ain't tryin’. No pants, no map, no rules, no fucks Just whiskey breth and the devil's luck [Chorus] Hootin’ on borrowed time, Wings in the smoke, head full of grime. The night ain’t safe, but girl—it’s mine, Still hootin’ on borrowed time. [Final Chorus] Fuckin Hootin’ on borrowed time! (Hoot once, hoot twice!) Hootin’ on borrowed time! (Feathers flyin’ and feelin’ fine!) Hootin’ on borrowed time! (Hoot once, hoot twice!) Hootin’ on borrowed time! (Feathers flyin’ and feelin’ fine!) Hootin’—hootin’—on borrowed ti-i-i-ime... "What wuz I sayin'?"
