Ooh, little bird, you don't sing today,
Tell me, what is it that ails you?
My friends are all gone and I don't have a song
worthy of such an occasion.
Who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?
Who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?
Ooh, little bird, will you fly away,
Where do you think you will go to?
The trees round here are something to fear
where feathers instead of the leaves grow.
Blood and meat, fresh and sweet,
That is how the trees grow.
Who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?
Who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?
A world away, in a different place,
where all of the nightmares come true.
And it's hot as hell, and this sickening smell
is something you never get used to.
And the cries at night in the flickering light
is something that never leaves you.
And a memory span in the lifetime of a man,
and a cycle that keeps on repeating.
Who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?
Who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?