| Song | Cripple Crow |
| Artist | Devendra Banhart |
| Album | Cripple Crow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banhart | |
| When they come from the over the mountain | |
| Yeah we'll run we'll run right around them | |
| We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons | |
| Just our cornmeal and our children | |
| The dust drowns | |
| The dark clouds | |
| But not us | |
| But not us | |
| While we pay for mistakes with no meaning | |
| All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving | |
| And still our pain dissolves with believing | |
| That peace comes, their peace comes | |
| That peace comes, their peace comes | |
| Now that our bones lay buried below us | |
| Just like stones pressed into the earth | |
| Well we ain't known by no one before us | |
| And we begin with this one little birth | |
| That grows on, that grows on | |
| That grows on, that moves on | |
| Cripple crow say something for our grieving | |
| Where do we go once we start leaving | |
| Well close that wound | |
| Or else keep on bleeding | |
| And change your tune | |
| It's got no meaning |
| zuo ci : Banhart | |
| When they come from the over the mountain | |
| Yeah we' ll run we' ll run right around them | |
| We' ve got no guns no we don' t have any weapons | |
| Just our cornmeal and our children | |
| The dust drowns | |
| The dark clouds | |
| But not us | |
| But not us | |
| While we pay for mistakes with no meaning | |
| All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving | |
| And still our pain dissolves with believing | |
| That peace comes, their peace comes | |
| That peace comes, their peace comes | |
| Now that our bones lay buried below us | |
| Just like stones pressed into the earth | |
| Well we ain' t known by no one before us | |
| And we begin with this one little birth | |
| That grows on, that grows on | |
| That grows on, that moves on | |
| Cripple crow say something for our grieving | |
| Where do we go once we start leaving | |
| Well close that wound | |
| Or else keep on bleeding | |
| And change your tune | |
| It' s got no meaning |
| zuò cí : Banhart | |
| When they come from the over the mountain | |
| Yeah we' ll run we' ll run right around them | |
| We' ve got no guns no we don' t have any weapons | |
| Just our cornmeal and our children | |
| The dust drowns | |
| The dark clouds | |
| But not us | |
| But not us | |
| While we pay for mistakes with no meaning | |
| All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving | |
| And still our pain dissolves with believing | |
| That peace comes, their peace comes | |
| That peace comes, their peace comes | |
| Now that our bones lay buried below us | |
| Just like stones pressed into the earth | |
| Well we ain' t known by no one before us | |
| And we begin with this one little birth | |
| That grows on, that grows on | |
| That grows on, that moves on | |
| Cripple crow say something for our grieving | |
| Where do we go once we start leaving | |
| Well close that wound | |
| Or else keep on bleeding | |
| And change your tune | |
| It' s got no meaning |