Last night I had a terrible dreamnIt was an awful dreamnIt was about these bird thingsnThey had normal bodies like birdsnBut faces like men and hands like minenAnd they flew over my head andninto my pocket, and into my pocketnWhere they laid their little birds' eggsnAnd they began to hatchn1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birdsn1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birdsnWere flying high and nThey're taking my soul with themnFlying High