• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pigeons - Weird Al Yankovic
• Begins - Acappella
• Pigeons - Genesis
• Pigeons - Widespread Panic
• Boy Genius - Kathy Mar
• Pigeons - Page France
• Pidgeons - Earl Sweatshirt

Pigeons are such reprehensible things
Some critics, I'm told, call them rodents with wings
They terrorize folks with their constant dive-bombing
Which some find distasteful and some quite alarming
But still they fulfill an invaluable need
They give old men on park benches something to feed
In return for this honor, all they ask is that you
Allow them to soil the occasional statue

To an aged man God spoke
Words that sounded like a joke
Soon his wife would bear a child
A saying hard to reconcile
So he asked, can this thing be?
Can a nation spring from me?
With a body grown so old
In a word this man was told
Chorus:
Your life begins with God
Your love begins with God
Your hopes and your dreams
And your plans begin with God
Your life begins with God
Your love begins with God
Your hopes and your dreams
And your plans begin with God, begin with God
From a valley full of bones
To a man of God, well known
Came a vision strange but true
Mighty things the Lord would do
He would breathe them back to life
His command caused them to rise
Like the nation He would raise
To the glory of His praise
Repeat Chorus
I was standing on the edge of the world
Hopelessly alone in the dark
In the beginning all was empty and void
In my mind, my soul, my heart of hearts
The Creator came and moved in my life
He spoke and turned my darkness to light
Day by day He's rearranging my ways
He's my Lord, my God, my King
To a leper on his face
To a woman's dark disgrace
To a prisoner's empty night
To a blind man's quest for sight
To a mother's boy lying dead (you're not alone)
To a beggar's plea for bread (you're not alone)
To a lame man's crippled bones (you're not alone)
To a stranger's journey home (you're going home)
Repeat Chorus
Begins with God (Begin with God, Begin with God)
Begins with God (Begin with God, Begin with God)

Who put fifty tons of shit on the foreign office roof?
Who suffers from nine known diseases?
Who gets up in the mornin' when the sun comes up
And makes their beds, paper clips, bus tickets
All around their heads?
Who congregate around Trafalgar Square
Taking pot shots at the tourists?
Oh you've got to watch out
When you wander 'round the square in the mornin'
'Cause they're everywhere, they're everywhere
Here we have an honest man
A civil servant to boot
He lived high up in the ministry
And when he wished to make a point
He knew just what to do
His window ledges were all covered in grease
"I want them out of here"
He said to me, "I want them gone"
Because you see, oh don't you see
None of us are getting any younger
You've got to follow your nose
And if it tells you that you've got to go
Well that's because
They're everywhere, they're everywhere
So we called in those men, those horrible men
We set them to work on the rooftops
You see their van is very plain
And I know they're too ashamed
To wear their by appointment badges anymore
Sometimes they use Vaseline, sometimes they use the pill
I've often seen them with a gun
But as the years go by, old habits seem to die
And nowadays they knockatize them all
Oh you've got to watch out
As you wander 'round the square in the mornin'

Wake up, come down
The grass hasn't grown too high
Well, ease your body down
If you want to you can unhook your safety line
Well, ease your body down
The grass all around us is just green and fine
We've all been waiting
We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth?
What it's like washing windows
When you know that there are pigeons on the roof?
Your reflection's looking clearer
Now that you're working on a cloudy day
And those ninth-floor office ladies
They only hear what your beady little eyes gonna say
You better wave your hands if you need a breeze
Better spread real wings if you wanna to fly
You'll remember how to fly tonight in your dreams
You know you're dreaming
When there's nothing there worth buying
We've all been waiting
We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth?
What it's like washing windows
When you know that there are pigeons on the roof?
Wake up - leave your body lying there
It's like another - just another wrinkle in the sheets
Wake up - I'm gonna poke you if you don't wake up
You remember how to fly?
We've all been waiting
We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth?
What it's like washing windows

Boy genius with the big sad eyes
All of the mamas want to take you home
Get what you can, do what you must, be what you have to be
And take that weary highway out alone.
Boy genius, don't you realize
All of the charming yesterdays are gone
And all of the dreams you ever shared came down at last to one,
And that one just told you she was moving on.
Well you shook up your tomorrows and threw 'em on the table
But sevens and elevens never showed
You'll keep right on gambling just as long as you are able
To make the toss, and take the loss,
Just waiting for tomorrow to explode.
Boy genius, when the seagull flies
He never flies too very far from land
So go where you wish, take any risk, try all there is to try
Fly back to my waiting outstretched hand
Well you shook up your tomorrows and threw 'em on the table
But sevens and elevens never showed.
And you'll keep right on gambling just as long as you are able
To make the toss, and take the loss,
Just waiting for tomorrow to explode.
Boy genius, when a seagull flies
He never flies too very far from land
So go where you wish, take any risk, try all there is to try
Fly back to my waiting, outstretched hand.
I'll be holding out my hand

The joker sprung the flower jaw
The pigeons peeled the colors off
To a song of never mores
I lead a kid through flaming doors
The colors sprung the rooster crow
The fire who surround us both
From a love with seven eyes
Seven stars
And seven sides
The pigeon flew into the fire
The angels slept the babies cried
From the milk the brighter suns
Now it looks like rain for everyone
The joker srpung the flower jaw
You and me we laugh it off
From a song you sang for me
You loved me like a stinging bee
The colors srpung the rooster crow
The fire who surround us both
From the milk of brighter suns
Now it look like rain for everyone
It looks like rain for everyone

It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves
Skate Mental, truck smack a faggot in his Shirley Temple
Your rhymes rentals, give 'em back to they owners
At the end of the bar, I spit with the permanents
Learn I'm a curb stomping person
Like third strike verdict dropping jaw dropping verses
This bigger lips in person, nigga spits some burn so earn the shit
Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's dick
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about this then stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, ho
The Miss Piggies with a string in they ass
I control them like your eyes when I'm tinking a glass
So if you thinking about this then stop thinking it fast
Cause my wolves ten deep and they knuckles is brass, bitch
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
It's Earl, Mr. Lateshift, rapist in training
Who edge about as straight as some clay closet gay dick
Ray say hey Earl's a real charming racist
Your birthday day, have some KK cake bitch
Habit have it, grab it fast and attack it, faggot
I'm above average like I'm rapping in the attic, yeah
I'm crouched in the basement shouting "Couch" is the greatest hit
Dirty as a anus is, fans stand in rain for this
They even stand in sleet season until they fucking feet bleeding
Hail and fucking snow, in hell with fucking coats
Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down until they mothafucking necks hurt
Fans probably stand in sleet season until they fucking feet bleeding
Hail and fucking snow, in hell with fucking coats
Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt
He make them bow down 'til they mothafucking necks hurt
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Wait, where you going, what you doing tonight?
Just want to know what you doing, come back (Please)
Tell your boyfriend that's a bat and this a migraine
Don't ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains
Where you going, what you doing tonight?
Stop running, where you going, what you doing?
Mr. Deerskin Moccasins is on the fucking stalk again
Following and stalking all them larchmont soccer chicks
Chopping limbs, gnawing legs, through they fuckin' stockings
Him his grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans
Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us
So when I leave home keep my heart on the top cupboard
So I will not stutter when I'm shoutin' fuck you, son
Wolf Gang 'bout it, we ain't waitin' 'til the moon come
Woo son, the moonshine got me feelin' loose
As the puss of a whore who's used to abuse
My screw's pretty loose mind fucked like the hair-doos
Of doo-doo mamas, dude I will bear jew you
You unripe fruit dudes is crews to chew through
My niggas wash 'em down with a fat carton of yoo-hoo
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All fuck 'em all