Из альбома: Tattoo Jam
Where were you when it was over?
Hiding in an unmarked grave?
Take a step - I'll warn you,
I will run you fucking through.
I will run you fucking through!
I will run you fucking through!
I will run you fucking through!
I will run you fucking through.
The crows are, the crows are,
The crows are, the crows are.
Twisted dead roam the streets
Looking for an easy fix
Who can help them slow the cold?
Progression of the weakest link.
The crows are, the crows are,
The crows are pecking me away.
It's all the same for you and me,
None of our dreams are coming true.
It's all the same for you and me,
None of our dreams are coming true.
Where were you in '92 when the war was over (that four leaved clover)?
Complacent with your weak mindset
It pulled you down, you dragged us down.
The crows are, the crows are,
The crows are, the crows are.
Nothing beckoned from the dust
Has ever served to fix this lust
Speaking out with bitter tongues
Drag him to his fucking knees
The crows are, the crows are,
The crows are pecking me away.
It's all the same for you and me,
None of our dreams are coming true.
It's all the same for you and me,
None of our dreams are coming true.