But I falter on the forethought

I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off

Achromatic twisted aeronaut

A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop

Hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (Foul!)

Ain't no fellow feathers fallin' for a freak (So weak)

So put my neck up on the chopping block

A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is comin' off

Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop

Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop!