Crow III歌词

作词 : Zombie, Rob
作曲 : Zombie, Rob
"He can't get away with by the timeHe gets in front of the juryHe'll be a good boy", said man one
At a little before five o'clock
He went 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 ain't 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 odyssey
A track of thunder tower lust of decomposed intensity
I am, I am,
I am, I am