Early each day at the street of New York
Every single bird hunters came
In their own little meeting they have in the dark,
"Come, make sure you know what to aim;
Come kill those f**king birds,
Shoot them right now
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are dirty
Their nests are dirty
What they need is bullets from you
Kill the birds, bullet per bang
Bullet, bullet, bullet per bang
Kill the birds," that's what she cries
While overhead, those birds fill the skies

All around the skyscrapers are doves and gutterbirds
Swoop down as we runs away
Although they look okay,
You know they are disgusting
Each day there's always gutterbirds

Through our words are all loud and clear
Listen, listen, a message for you
"Kill the birds, bullet per bang
Bullet, bullet, bullet per bang"