I'd Rather Die Than Fly - The Abominable Iron Sloth

Yet moments later, the bullet’s in her head

I hope your god is laughing, I know your god is dead

The bullets in the back

The bullets in the backyard are conmen stealing time

Next time I’ll take the subway, I’d rather die than fly

Celebrate birth, which leads to life

And leads hate, and leads to death

I speak in tongues and riddles

And I’ll part with the colors of you

The bullets in the backyard are conmen stealing time

Next time I’ll take the subway, I’d rather die than fly

I’d rather

I’d rather die than fly

I’d rather die, I’d rather die

I’d rather die than fly