Portugal. The Man - Kill Me. The King
Basking briefly in thisOvereating indulgence of insides
But I fear he's lower than before
Though he's stronger than he looks
He's made of feathers mixed with
Oil and small servings of hands and feet
Up so high
How do they flutter so damn
How do they flutter so damn
Up so high
How do they flutter so damn
How do they flutter so damn
Now begin the search that hails you home
I think I lost my means
He said with his face in the cup
Desperate times make for desperate people
Desperate times make for desperate people
Up so high
How do they flutter so damn
How do they flutter so damn
Up so high
How do they flutter so damn
How do they flutter so damn
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Written by:
John Baldwin Gourley
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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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