Tekster:
Down Stone The Crow

Eyes from the tree Take me down the way Red riders of the dark Help me through this maze Do you know, mister, of this place? Do you know, mister? No

. It feels as bad as yesterday. I never stoned the crow, no. You too have died before. I fought as hard as yesterday I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow

before. It feels as bad as yesterday. I never stoned the crow, no. You too have died before. I fought as hard as yesterday I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow

before. It feels as bad as yesterday. I never stoned the crow, no. You too have died before. I fought as hard as yesterday I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow

on some wild out shit, all about it We move gambit, through the overcrowded Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips Point the nozzle and shift your back disc Me and the clicka, sit down

more, wantin' it more Wantin' it more, wantin' it more Wantin' it more, wantin' it more When you think alone You gotta throw some stones My crow's feet

A strange July storm came down From the north and pulled out the salt And it tore out the leaves From the pear tree and my canopy In the twigs and the

WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON It's a rocky road down Ida's farm Past the sticks and stones And names that harm They don't like her rooster crowing Cows

I brung I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics The rigorous training methods of the Abbott Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates Breakin' down