Paroles de Crow

The crows the crows Sitting on a fence Voices disappear behind a bank of clouds It's a dismal forecast Her torn up skirt a backdrop And drop she does The crows the crows Oh no the crows The crows the crows The crows the crows Lawnmower joe Cut himself up on stones The crows the crows A little too close for comfort A park boy curious about a homeless halfway house Crying crumpled Oh no the crows The crows the crows She might shape up real nice One of those The crows the crows Oh no the crows The crows the crows Oh no the crows She's not intimidated A used up rag wasted The crows scratch out my errant thoughts Into some order Line them up on a fence I look around They've flown Oh no the crows The crows the crows Oh no the crows The crows the crows