My Fowling Piece

I was born in the city they call the Anti-Love, the antilove
Be glad if you've never been there before
I was born in the city of the avian flu, the bird disease
Pigeons crap on the statues, watch them fall

Come and take my place in the line,
Shoot them down with my fowling piece

And don't you know, the city is a jetstream?

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