I Need Quiet

I Need Quiet I need a bomb Not a big one Nuclear would be nice Not even a mega ounce I need to kill them They scream all night long Screaming and whining I cannot sleep I cannot think I just need to get rid of them I think God made them Placed them just to bug me I plan Think of ways to kill them But they are always here Maybe they are like cockroaches Radiation won’t harm them I think old school may be the way A rock in a sling Lobbed more than one hundred feet in the air Aimed right Aimed right on target I want them dead More than anything I have ever wanted I should just stone those damn crows And finally live my life in quiet