I went to a wedding, I brought a songFolded up like a list of thanks, had a praise of funThe bride was snow white, the groom was strongThe trail was as endless as the day is longSome days are fairy tales, some days be lieThe four-and-twenty blackbirds, they could flyThey could open up their sweet throatsTo serenade a kingThat's a lot of heat to takeAnd still be able to sing, sing, singIt's not been proven hard to bring an ending startAnd even easier to die from a broken heartOh, as a blind force traumaFrom the fireworksSomeone is celebrating while another gets hurtSome days are fairy tales, some days be lieThe four-and-twenty blackbirds, they could flyThey could open up their sweet throatsTo serenade a kingOh, as a blind force traumaThat's a lot of heat to takeAnd still be able to singStill I see them in the nightWith their blood-red wings alightWhile the rocket's red glareGives proof through the nightThat something's not rightSomething's not rightIn the book of stoneThere is no prophecyThere was no need for GodIn the way things came to beSome live by faithSome live by proofThey don't meet up on a friendly roadOr live under the same roofSome days are fairy talesSome days be lieBut should we live by that?Oh, as a blind force traumaThe four-and-twenty blackbirdsbaked in a pieCould open up their sweet throatsTo serenade a kingThat's a lot of heat to takeAnd still be able to singSing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing!And the birds fall hard like black rainDarken the earth with a portent stainBeat like drums, they beat like wingsAre we looking, are we listening?Sing, sing, singSing, sing, singSing, sing, sing