Portugal. The Man
Kill Me. The King
[Verse 1]
Basking briefly in this overeating 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

[Chorus]
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?"

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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?"
[Outro]
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