Crow Iii lyrics

`He can`t get away with by the time,
he gets in front of the jury he`ll be a good boy;` said man one.
At a little before 5`oclock he when through the basement.
`Yes or no!` demanded man two bantering humor dry in his throat.
`Is there more than what she gave you?`
questioned man three as a growing flicker.
Waved across his eyes. `No!`
The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate
this happens to now everyone in the room.
You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of your life.
Standstill panic stricken.
Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you,
transfixed by committed you say `I aint no guillotine`
The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice
`what he wants is in the house` the words hung there for a moment.
Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his cigarette
and said something nobody could understand.
Nobody could understand, nobody could understand.
One moment of irritation you call back `why me?`
the vantage point above the street
can be exhilarating falling back to a perspective odyessy.
A track of thunder. Tower lust of decomposed intesity.
I am I am I am I am....