| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Filthy B | ird Laying | in our | yard |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Four chambered | heart never | beat so | hard |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Dad said | she was | almost | gone |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Upside | down out | on our | lawn |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| And I could | hold her | in a s | hoe box |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| if she | heals she | could be | mine |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| and if I | can not | save her | spirit |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Dad says | I should | break her | spine |
| Am | F | |
| Shaking brilliant, | silver black wings |
| C | Em | |
| Jesus Christ what | prayers these dare sing |
| :CHORUS: |
| Am | C | |
| Wear your hearts | out on your sleeves for |
| F | G | |
| starlings, | starlings |
| Am | C | |
| All the least of | all of these are |
| F | G | |
| Starlings, | starlings |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Two years | pass I | pump the | chamber |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| full of | air to | shoot the | birds |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| harmless | game to | hit them | slightly |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Scare them | off in | other | words |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Starling, | falling | to her | death |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| Piercing | copper | steals her | breath |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| See the | flower | in her | breast |
| Am | F | C | Em | |
| starving | babies | in her | nest |
| Am | F | |
| Raise our souls | up to the sky |
| C | Em | |
| Why must helpless | creatures die |
| (Chorus) |
| :BRIDGE: |
| Am | C | |
| Every breath, has | sacred weight |
| Am | C | |
| Every life has s | ome design |
| Am | C | |
| Yet we kill and | possess faith |
| Am | C | |
| Speak of life, while | digging graves |
| Am | F | |
| Raise our souls | up to the sky |
| C | Em | |
| Why must helpless | creatures die |
| (Chorus X2) |
| Well There ya go I hope its right and if its not E-mail me at |
| OmegaXIII@gmail.com |