He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak him near He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak
Strange things happen in nighttime hours Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise your
Eyes from the tree Take me down the way Red riders of the dark Help me through this maze Do you know, mister, of this place? Do you know, mister? No
There's a crow flying, dark and ragged, tree to tree He's black as the highway that's leading me Now he's diving down to pick up on something shiny I
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
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
Oh yeah, can you dig it? I can dig it Oh yeah, oh oh oh Sure it is mellow grazin' in the grass Grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it? What
With the wings of sorrow, I have taken flight Cloaked in the darkness like a thief in the night I have watched the farmer planting in his field And known
See the black crow fly Flyin' through the sky Yelln'and the wind is howlin' Won't you tell me why? See the black crow flyin' Flyin' through the sky Yelln
Making your way through an orangepeel orchard Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched And spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree You