MY FUCKED UP CAREER SYSTEM - BIRDS AND PLASTIC GUNS

I killed that bird with a plastic gun
I didn't want to
Never asked for...
Sometimes missions fail
When everything's planed
Control is lost
Pressure has left
Mistakes are accepted
You're forced to deal with
Less than fifty percent
Of what you really need
And you don't want to know
Far from the truth but you have to hear it so
I killed that bird with a plastic gun
I didn't want to
Never asked for
It's always the same you have to
Fasten your seatbelt
And please don't panic for
A date you won't miss
But once is enough
Jimmy should have known it
Before crashing his head
In his brand new windshield
A sarcastic love song
Hanging out with you feels like playing an engaged bomb
I killed that bird with a plastic gun
I didn't want to
Never asked for
I killed that bird with a plastic gun
I didn't want to
Never asked for

Written by:
RAW MAN

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