The Cry Of A Crow Songtext

von The Residents

Some say
The song of a crow is a cry
Some say
The cry of a crow is a lie

The season wasn't with me
Was the way it simply seemed
The pounding seized me
And saliva barely could be found
To trickle off my tongue in
Silken strings toward the
Ground I may have been asleep
Awhile I
Couldn't really tell
But when the cloudiness had
Cleared
I felt the hate of hell

Some say
The song of a crow is a cry
Some say
The cry of a crow is a lie

I hated all the teeth that stretched around me like a glove
Sharp and liquid tentacles
Disguised as licks of love

I hated sickly little men
With limply dripping eyes
I hated churlish curly girls
With thick and greasy thighs
I hated toady little dogs hairless loud and fat bloated up on
Bacon bits too rancid for a rat

Chorus (2 times):

Some say
The song of a crow is a cry
Some say
The cry of a crow is a lie

I felt the hate of hell
It burned my mind away
Endlessly I yelled
And no one looked my way

Festering vermin squirm and moan and wallow in decay; they eat
Their prey with caution and they stay out of the way

Some say
The song of a crow is a cry
Some say
The cry of a crow is a lie