Outside the Citgo at night, now that
Even a whisper of this century’s strangeness
Has faded away, and the end of reality
Is our stable suspension, boys at night
Tanglin’ fires, stranded by libidinal rage
Sexual envies animate loathings empirical
As the peal of empire’s slowly peelin’ away

Despair’s won the day
It’s fear, and it’s loathing
And it won’t go away
Humanity no longer respects itself!
God is dead, man is evil
So Satan’s stayin’ to pray

Birds of prey, better pray
The century’s waitin’ for you to come out and wow us
Righteous light, righteous fire
Righteous might, righteous ire
You are the last bedrocks of sanity
In our culture
Divine grace, I admire
Divine face, holy sire
Birds of prey, better pray
You were right
You were right
Come, come fly into God’s power wires
Come, come fly through true power cords
[spoken, from The Birds (1963):]
“She’s not afraid of losing Mitch. She’s only afraid of being abandonded.”

Godless animals, criss-crossin’ terrors
Like a fuckin’ palette picker from Condé Nast
Wildin’ out, illiterates runnin’ the First World castle
They’re lazy; they’re hazy! They’re hoardin’ for brats
Red lights don’t mean shit to the ordinary asshole
This culture, this country, this century’s dead!
Cyclical violence, the spiritus mundi’s on fire
Nihilism howls our hourglass, and its choler is red

Despair’s won the night
It’s racists, it’s rapists, it’s Sodom and spite
The First World is never gonna recover
Humanity no longer respects itself
Charity is for rich bitches
And forgiveness? For suckers

Birds of prey, better pray (better pray!)
The century’s just waitin’ for you to come out and wow us
Righteous fire, righteous light
Righteous ire, righteous might
You are the last bedrocks of sanity
In our century
Divine grace, I admire (you’re a saint, you’re a saint!)
Divine fate, I conspire (you’re a giant, you’re a taint)
Birds of prey, better pray
You were right, you were right!
Come on, come fly into God’s power wires
Come, come fly through true power cords
You were right all along; darling, you were right
You were right, you were right
You’re going to Heaven!
You won’t be alone after you die
(“Eternal, wakeful, solitude”)
Birds of Heaven, better pray
As you hover like gods inside our godless century’s night
Stokin’ fears, strokin’ favors
Nobody wants to die alone
Nobody wants to die alone

(“Eternal, wakeful, solitude”)
Slaughter, as the lambs stranded strive screamin’?
They’re the screams that you’ll hear
At the end of the world
(“Eternal, wakeful, solitude”)
Daughters, as the men banded dry dreamin’?
Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream
(The peal of empire, slowly peelin’ away)
At the end of the world
Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream
(The peal of empire, slowly peelin’ away)
At the end of the world

Nobody wants to die alone
(Birds of prey run the night, run it home!)
If God can’t get in the way?
(Birds of prey run the world, won the day)
You won reason, you won wisdom?
(“What was even, really the ‘point’ of your life?”)
Your won correctness, you won God?
(Why were you born, and what does that say ’bout Ma’s DNA?)
Daughters—as the men band as one streamin’?
(Why were you born, and what does that say ’bout Ma’s DNA?)
Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream
At the end of the day
Birds of prey, won the day, you’re rich and you’re hot
You breathe fire (Birds of prey, better pray you won God)
Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream
At the end of the day
Nihilism howlin’ our hourglass, and its cola is red
Nihilism howlin’ our hourglass, and its cola is red

Birds of prey (better pray, better pray!)
The century’s waitin’ for you to come out and save us
Righteous siren, sired dires
Desired ires? The taste of life!
You are the last bedrocks of sanity
In our culture
Oh your grace

Birds of prey (better pray, better pray!)
The century’s just waitin’ for you to come out and wow us
Righteous fires, sired ires
Righteous wealth, righteous might!
You are the last bedrocks of sanity
In our culture
Oh your face

Nihilisms collarin’ our hourglass, and their color is red
Nihilisms collarin’ our hourglass, and their color is cola

Oh your face, oh your grace
Oh your face
Oh your face