Jake Wesley Rogers - Dark Bird Lyrics

Song lyrics "Dark Bird" by Jake Wesley Rogers. Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song: I didn’t learn it from the righteous one I learned it from the preacher’s son Asking Lucifer in Sunday school To help me stretch before I run...". You can subscribe to this song through official digital media such as iTunes, Spotify and other official online media or you can listen to it through the Youtube.

Dark Bird Lyrics

Like the dark bird

I didn’t learn it from the righteous one

I learned it from the preacher’s son

Asking Lucifer in Sunday school

To help me stretch before I run

Say goodbye to Mona Lisa

‘Cause she’s jumping out the frame, jumping out the frame

Goodbye family, sad to leave ya

But I’m killing yesterday, killing yesterday

Like the dark bird

All good witches burn with laughter

All good lovers love till it hurts

All good martyrs get the last word

I got the last word

Like the dark bird, oh

I saw a raven on a stranger’s arm

I asked them where they got it from

They said the eagle was so evil

That he hid the sun from everyone

So the raven stole the light back

And he gave it all away, gave it all away

Goodbye family, sad to leave ya

But I’m killing yesterday, killing yesterday

Like the dark bird

All good witches burn with laughter

All good lovers love till it hurts

All good martyrs get the last word

I got the last word

Like the dark bird

Get your colors from the thrift store

Trade your halo for a pitchfork

All good martyrs get the last word

I got the last word

Like the dark bird, oh, oh

It’s a fine, fine line

Between a man and a monster

Fine, fine line

Between a lover and a friend

Fine, fine line

Between divine and disaster

And it never, ever, ever ever ever ever ends

It’s a fine, fine line

And it never, never, never, never ends

Like the dark bird

All good witches burn with laughter

All good lovers love till it hurts

All good martyrs get the last word

I got the last word

Like the dark bird

Get your candles from the drug store

Draw a circle in the dirt floor

All good martyrs get the last word

I got the last word

Like the dark bird, oh