Fine Feathers Make Fine Birds Songtext

von The Blackout Argument

Pressure to perform on New Year's Eve.
Bad resolutions for you.
They told me that every chapter is
From day one on predetermined.
So lose your voice and stop to think.
Lose your faith. Stop your plans. Stop your plans.

Fine feathers make fine birds.
And it's the ignorance that hurts.
Decide which colour you would follow now.
Break the rules of fate.
Design your steps with spades.
Stand your ground and keep your lips off lies.

Fine feathers do not make any fine birds.

We will suck up the so called poison
And reach every hazard you built.

Melt down the ass-kisser society.
So we will be released from all that pressure day in day out.

So give me one good reason why we should give up the fight.

This is the thought that wakes you up at night
WE'RE NO MORE "THE PLIGHT"!