Create pop-punk male vocal lyrics with absurd deadpan humor mixed with soft existential dread, centered on the chaotic experience of accidentally joining a neighborhood pigeon feeding cult after mistaking their weekly meetup for a discount coffee pop-up. BPM sits at 165, E major with occasional power chord modal shifts, core instrumentation includes cheap distorted electric guitar, root-note bass, overly loud snare-heavy drums, 8-bit Game Boy style synth leads, 7-second acoustic guitar pre-bridge interlude. Nasal, snarky vocal delivery, with verses listing the cult's ridiculous rules, singalong chorus celebrating the tiny stupid joy of ditching work to feed birds, bridge leading to unhinged screaming about how this is the only thing that makes sense lately, outro fading off with a mumbled joke about owing a pigeon $5. Emotion leans into angry, giddy nihilism, equal parts frustrated and delighted. Follow verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-big final chorus-screaming-outro structure, reference 2000s pop-punk slang and casual meme-style punchlines throughout.
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[Intro] [Verse] I saw the flyer on the pole It spoke directly to my soul I thought it was a pop-up shop Instead I’m doing the pigeon hop I wanted beans and steamed-up milk Not people dressed in feathered silk They handed me a bag of rye And told me not to ask them why [Chorus] Throw the crusts, forget the boss Living like a total loss Feathered friends and dirty feet This pavement is our only seat Yeah, it’s stupid, yeah, it’s weird Everything I ever feared Is gone because the sky is gray And I am feeding birds today [Verse] Rule number one: don't show your fear The pigeon god is very near Rule number two: the crust is king Don't wear a shiny diamond ring We gather by the fountain edge To take the holy feather pledge My rent is due, I’m such a mess But birds don’t feel the social stress [Chorus] Throw the crusts, forget the boss Living like a total loss Feathered friends and dirty feet This pavement is our only seat Yeah, it’s stupid, yeah, it’s weird Everything I ever feared Is gone because the sky is gray And I am feeding birds today [Interlude] [Bridge] The economy is just a joke I’m happy being completely broke My 401k is literally seeds Meeting all my basic needs Nothing matters, life is short Feeding birds is my only sport (Screaming starts now) THIS IS ALL THAT MAKES SENSE JUMPING OVER EVERY FENCE BREAD IS GOD AND GOD IS BREAD I AM GLAD THAT I AM FED [Chorus] Throw the crusts, forget the boss Living like a total loss Feathered friends and dirty feet This pavement is our only seat Yeah, it’s stupid, yeah, it’s weird Everything I ever feared Is gone because the sky is gray And I am feeding birds today [Screaming] COOO! COOO! THEY KNOW MY NAME! NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME! BREAD FOR THE BREAD GOD! [Break] (Mumbled) Wait, did that one just wink at me? Man, I think I owe that pigeon five bucks. [Outro]
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