I am the black crow king I am the black crow king The Keeper of the nodding corn All the hammers are a-talking, all the nails are a-singing So sweet
Fly alone into the dark And the cloud of memory To see the world and angels Be hurled into the sea Of misery and cease to be Black bird fly, rise very
Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb
Screaming in flames, down from the sky, That's how he comes in my dream. Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake. A ghost ridden string with a boneaching
America blearing in my ears all day America, I don't see the glory of your ways The oldest money flows through a bloodline We'll see if your empire stands
When will this winter end? The snow's been falling for months The town all dressed in white And my skin is burning from the wind A cold sun in disguise
We greet each day with bloodshot eyes The dirt of our labor still clingin' to our hands Filled with our warped intentions The tread of our shoes filled
Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus Hard-up people living off crust And there's a beat-up town car it's starting to ruse Hard soles are kicking up
All blossoms die in the light of our new culture Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered Countless lessons lie in every fever dream A million
Old crows ride in the mouth of the beast Sleep beneath its tongue, cradled by its teeth We roam from shore to shore From the open sky to the ocean floor
They are the nameless victims of a generation lost Searching for somewhere to exist Held captive by our mistakes, weak and unable to resist Resentful
I find myself concerned for the common man these days Evil are the minds that push the divide Forced to live a life in fear that his future is on the
Everybody on the count of 3 Accept crime 1, 2, 3 Bethlehem to Galilee Accept crime 1, 2, 3 Between the sheets the voyeur watches you And each caress
And as the raven flies, she feels unwelcome She's fallen out of her tree Caught on a limb of silver linin' Her wings uncertain oh but she's still flyin
Fly like a raven, black honey into the night Soft like the air beneath, a swan in a flight Then return back home, to bed, bring the dancing stars Sleep
Newspaper boy makin' his rounds Spreadin' the word all over town Drivin' his car just as fast as it will go There's papers in the driveway, papers in
I just see another day Someone to see over tomorrow You must see yesterday I know what you did last day The silence of crows The art of dying I'm walking
Against a blue sky A black shadow flies by Guess he's got some place to go Some mission's callin' No high ground can slow him The miles flash by down