For The Birds
 
For The Birds
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
I really had to go downtown,
Go downtown and hang around.
[I/...] was not prepared for what I found...
A baby bird was [lying/lyin'] on the ground.
 
Lying there in front of my feet,
Dying there right next to the street.
I picked it up and felt its heat...
I tried to wake her up, but she wanted to sleep.
 
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying,
But I can't get away from the thought.
It's dying [and/...] it's dying [and/...] it's dying
And it's something that I couldn't stop.
You're lying, you're lying if you say
It's gonna make it 'cause I know that it's not !
 
Hanging on a telephone line,
Witnessing a million crimes,
I've been alone all this time !...
I'd call someone, but I don't have a dime.
 
I don't care for boys or girls,
I'd rather hang around with the birds...
Humans only wreck the world...
They'd kill your whole family for a string of pearls.
 
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying,
But I can't get away from the thought.
We're dying, we're dying, we're dying
[And inside, you're/Our insides are] starting to rot.
You're lying, you're lying if you say we're okay !
'Cause maybe we're not !...
 
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...)
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...)
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...)
(Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh ooh...) Ooh ooh...
Hoo-ooh... ooh...
 
 
If I had wings, I'd try to fly,
But they don't make it harder to die.
You can take it up to the sky...
But no-one ever stays that high...
High...
High !...
 
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying,
But I can't get away from the thought.
I'm dying, I'm dying, I already
Gave away all that I've got.
I'm lying, I'm lying if I say that I'm cool !
'Cause really, I'm not !...
 
 
Hello My Name Is Baby
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
You [give/gave] lots of love
'Cause it was something that I needed
And you'd do anything
If you had
A reason...
A reason...
A reason...
 
Fall down, baby, I'll pick you up,
Fall down, baby, I'll pick you up,
Call now, baby, I'll come right up,
You're so lazy, you kiss my butt.
 
I hate the way !
You [say/said] my name !
It's not okay !
"Baby" 's not my name !
 
I know a lot of pretty girls,
And I sure know how to please 'em.
They run to me and say !...
"Baby, won't you please give me some ?"...
"Give me some !"...
"Give me some !"...
 
Fall down, baby, I'll pick you up,
Fall down, baby, I'll pick you up,
Call me, baby, I'll cut your glass,
You're so crazy, you kiss my ass.
 
I hate the way !
You [say/said] my name !
It's not okay !
"Baby" 's not my name !
 
 
Fall down, baby, I'll pick you up,
Fall down, baby, I'll pick you up,
Call now, baby, I'll come right up,
You're so crazy, you kiss my butt.
 
I hate the way !
You [say/said] my name !
It's not okay !
"Baby" ain't my name !
 
 
I Got No Idols (Piano Version)
(Juliana Hatfield & Todd Philips) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Love me, love, but just don't touch,
I don't like to be touched.
You might think we all need that stuff,
But I don't think about it much.
And when I do, I have to leave the room,
I'm scared of what I might do.
 
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
 
I'm a goddess in your eyes
And I will never die.
I was born of people's needs
And what they don't wanna believe,
But I'm a liar, that's the truth !
Go home and think it through.
That's the harm in mystery !...
All you know is what you see !...
 
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols... I got no idols...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
I got no idols !... I got no idols !...
I got no idols !... I got no idols...
 
 
Batwing
(Juliana Hatfield & Michael Wegner) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
 
 
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
 
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh !...
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