Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm. I am the black crow king. Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm. I am the black crow king Keeper of the nodding corn. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! All the hammers are a-talking. All the nails are a-singing. So sweet and low. You can hear it in the valley Where live the lame and the blind. They climb the hill out of its belly. They leave with mean black boots on.
"I just made a simple gesture. They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow. My gesture was a hooker. You know, my shadow's made of timber."
And the storm is a-rolling. And the storm is a-rolling. All down on me. And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone. And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone. Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own. The blackbirds have all flown! Everyone's rolled on! I am the black crow king Keeper of the trodden corn. I am the black crow king.Won't say it again. And the rain it raineth daily Lord And wash away my clothes I surrender up my arms.To a company of crows. I am the black crow king I won't say it again. And all the thorns are a-crowning. King ruby on each spine. And the spears are a-sailing O my O my And the storm is a-rolling. And the storm is a-rolling. All down on me. And I'm still; here rolling after everybody's gone. And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone. I'm still here rolling and left on my own. Those blackbirds they have all flown and I am on my own. I am the black crow king Keeper of the forgotten corn. The King! The King! I'm the king of nuthin' at all. The hammers are a-talking. The nails are a-singing. The thorns are a-crowning him. The spears are a-sailing. The crows are a-mocking. The corn is a-nodding. The storm is a-rolling. The storm is a-rolling. The storm is a-rolling down. The storm is a-rolling down. The storm is a-rolling. Down on me. Rolling down on me. Rolling down on me.
"I just made a simple gesture. They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow. My gesture was a hooker. You know, my shadow's made of timber."
And the storm is a-rolling. And the storm is a-rolling. All down on me. And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone. And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone. Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own. The blackbirds have all flown! Everyone's rolled on! I am the black crow king Keeper of the trodden corn. I am the black crow king.Won't say it again. And the rain it raineth daily Lord And wash away my clothes I surrender up my arms.To a company of crows. I am the black crow king I won't say it again. And all the thorns are a-crowning. King ruby on each spine. And the spears are a-sailing O my O my And the storm is a-rolling. And the storm is a-rolling. All down on me. And I'm still; here rolling after everybody's gone. And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone. I'm still here rolling and left on my own. Those blackbirds they have all flown and I am on my own. I am the black crow king Keeper of the forgotten corn. The King! The King! I'm the king of nuthin' at all. The hammers are a-talking. The nails are a-singing. The thorns are a-crowning him. The spears are a-sailing. The crows are a-mocking. The corn is a-nodding. The storm is a-rolling. The storm is a-rolling. The storm is a-rolling down. The storm is a-rolling down. The storm is a-rolling. Down on me. Rolling down on me. Rolling down on me.
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Black Crow - The First Born Is Dead
