Birds of Prey Pt. 2

What became of saving
I tried to find where all my money went
Look beneath the cushions of the couch
My ears are out
And I fear the ghosts

Start to wear my father's clothes
Light some candles I suppose
The smell of matches burns my nose
And the money’s all gone
And the money's all gone

We'll vacation with the crows
Speak a language no one knows
Feed each other mouth to throat
We don’t care if it's gross
And the money's all gone