Onomatopeople - Birdmask

There’s a stain on my shirt

Won’t you tell me what it’s worth

I’ve been folding

And holding on

Be brave young knave

There’s a stain on my shirt

Won’t you tell me what it’s worth

I’m a man of my word and a

Hand for the absurd

I’ve been folding

And holding on

Automatic onomatopoeias go bang

Now my mouth’s full of dirt

I can’t even say a word

I am folding

And holding on

When they squeal in delight

And i try to make it right

I am holding

And folding on

Automatic onomatopoeias go bang

There’s a chance to betray

And it’s pushing me away

I’ve been folding

And holding on

Keep in mind what it’s like to be high as a kite

I’ve been folding

And holding on

Automatic onomatopoeias go bang

All these onomatopoeia people want to go bang

All these onomatopoeia people want to bang

Automatic onomatopoeias go bang

There’s a stain on my shirt

Won’t you tell me what it’s worth

'Cause i’m folding

And holding on