You've got it, You've got it made
And I'm a flightless bird, You've got it made
I got my wings clipped
They're in the garbage
I got my wings clipped
Just started cutting
Cracked my back with
A Wanker-Anvil
Powered-Sledge-Sabertooth
Nova-Cane-Sugar-Blade
Nova-Cane-Sugar-Blade
She got her wings clipped
They're in the garbage
She got her lips zipped
No more stutter
Oh no, not her
Please, she was good
Now, now she's
Flightless
You got it made now
You're on your way down
Marma-lady's gone to be free
On your way out to the sea
You got your wings clipped
They're in the garbage
You got your wings clipped
Just started running
Oh no
It's a stampede of ugly love
No, no, no, no, oh no, no
You got your wings clipped
They're in the garden
She got her wings clipped
Just started cutting
I got my wings clipped
They're in the garbage
I got my lips zipped
No more stutter
Oh no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no,
Oh no, I'm a Dodo
Oh no, I'm a Dodo
Oh no, I'm a Dodo
You've got it made