Woke up in a graveyard
floating in a broken bottle
Looking through the freak mask
tripping on my shadow
Well I was waiting by the station
I was bleeding in my coat
I turn my face to face me
I am the King Of Crows.
Walked up through the cornfield
like a savior on water
Punching through the people
staring at your daughters
Well I was waiting by the station
I was bleeding in my coat
I turn my face to face you
I am the King Of Crows
The King Of Crows
heaven knows
I am the King Of Crows.
Shot up by the trestles
Floating down the alley
Fucking in a junkyard
with dirty sidewalk sally
Well she was standing in her stockings
she was bleeding in the snow
I spread my wings & cackled
"I am the King Of Crows".
The King Of Crows
heaven knows
I am the King Of Crows.
The King Of Crows
heaven knows
I spread my wings & go
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