Besedila:
The Animals Bird On The Beach

'Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach The winter sun was on the horizon And we were both out of reach She ran ahead of me looking for the next

, kill me My skills be on point like a flyin' dart Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin' art A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed

me My skills be on point like a flyin dart Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin art A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant

'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said

'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said

'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said

be passing like nasty flatulence Like savages causing havoc amongst the planets inhabitance It's on and crackling, you can add it up on your abacus It