Portugal The Man - Kill Me. The King lyrics

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

Up so high

"How do they flutter so damn?"

Up so high

"How do they flutter so damn?"

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

Up so high

"How do they flutter so damn?"

Up so high

"How do they flutter so damn?"