| The streets here are run by crows | |
| Everyone knows, nobody knows | |
| They take a shiny truth in the beak | |
| To feed the young it's histories | |
| Straight from the horses mouth | |
| To the ones of your babies | |
| The river runs with wings of drought and disease | |
| The gulls have never seen the sea | |
| Because they live in the city | |
| The pigeons need to have a name | |
| For the pattern of leaving | |
| The sparrows have no place to speak | |
| For if they did they would not say | |
| The way you build your neighborhood is a shallow farce | |
| What does it mean when the crows shoot down from above | |
| What does it mean for crows | |
| To investigate themselves and find the crime is not a crime | |
| In their hands anymore | |
| And now I know | |
| That the game of node was a uniform that has been designed | |
| by the proper gun | |
| and they're watchin' me | |
| With a mindly eye | |
| Yes they're watchin' me | |
| With a mindly eye |
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