Linda Hoyle - Black Crow

Hurry on down to the centre of town
Where the lights are all bright
And the big black crow is waiting.

Tight in the street full of hurrying feet
And the dark in the heart
Where the big black crow is hating.

shout alound
Save your face and the whole human race
'Cause the bird and his sighs are blacking the skies
Already

Grinning and dead is the pimp in his bed
And the whore in the door
Hides her eyes from the crow that's waiting.

Blind all alone and deaf as a stone
Sings the man in a hat
And the crow on his back together.

Shout aloud
Save your face and the whole human race
Cause the bird and his sights are blacking the skies
Already

Sitting in the style with a hideous smile
The bird in the bar
With the black crow on her shoulder.

Little old man, drinking meths from a can
And searching the dirt
Where the big black crow is nesting.

Scream and shout
Everyone's mad and the world's dark and bad.
The dark black cloud of the crow's wing
shroud
Is waiting