(Verse 1)
Oh, Little son
My pretty, pretty bird
Oh, little son
My pretty, pretty bird
You have lost the will to fly
Death is churning in all of his glory
Heaven forbid he get it right this time
We plucked all your feathers
And we laughed at the horror
Sweet tragedy


(Pre-Chorus)
That little bird was shiny and new
You don't fly like you use to


(Verse 2)
Oh, little son
The prize is always worth the rocky ride
And you could fly if you tried
You could fly if you tried
You could fly if you tried

(Chorus)
Beautiful bird
Beautiful bird, oh x6