| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Even the dead trees rise their palms to do the Bird’n’Roll |
| Do the Bird’n’Roll |
| You can cry like a snowman in the sun but do the Bird’n’Roll |
| Come on cry, |
| let’s try to spit your dreams, |
| dancing the Bird’n’Roll |
| Come on ghost, |
| I need to feel your skin |
| and kiss you all over the sheet |
| The wind makes the trees whistling, |
| the rain makes them cry through the skin |
| Even the dead trees rise their palms to do the Bird’n’Roll |
| Do the Bird’n’Roll |
| You can cry like a snowman in the sun but do the Bird’n’Roll |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| In these Jesus Crisis times of multibroken dreams |
| Nobody will save you, nobody will save, |
| nobody will save you, nobody will save |
| But you can still raise arms like palms of the dead trees |
| Whistle like a gospel of drunken birds |
| The wind makes the trees whistling, |
| the rain makes them cry through the skin |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird! |
| Bird’n’Roll! |
| Come on let’s bird, bird and bird and Bird’n’Roll |
| Come on let’s bird, bird and bird and Bird’n’Roll |
| Come on let’s bird, bird and bird and Bird’n’Roll |