If you are bleeding, don't feel the pain
Throw your scabs to the pigeons out in the rain
You mustn't be selfish and you mustn't dare
Challenge the society of which we're so scared

When you are hurting, do not despair
Feed your scabs to the pigeons, who flock from the air
You mustn't be nasty or ever unkind
Society's nice and it's inside your mind

Should you be dying, take heart and smile
Give your scabs to the pigeons who'll come from miles
There's nothing more tasty than a dying man's flesh
The sky is electrified, rusty wire mesh