Dead Deer Other Animals by Thanksgiving Lyrics

That deer's a pile of guts and bones
No one could pull her off the road
Her stillest eyes, they still look bright
I'm always glad to give a smile
So look at me with her
Look at me over here

The sky she has her hands open
And now she takes me as I stand
Hold on to me with her
All the world and make me a man

The vultures always want to eat
And as I die, they're circling
So come and join the feast (all the world)
Come and join the feast

Oh bats who flap amongst the black
To thee I sing in these dead nights
You don't take fault in your way of life
Or in your fangs which now, for blood, will bite
You were born with them
You were born good at make die
And listen in with him
The world listen in with him
In the way that they know