flames Come join the War Party And see exotic lands Your blood has stained the desert sands Aaaaahhh... I hear your body burning A piping and piteous sound The crows
echoes of their cries, the dirge of a now lost breed Flesh ripped from the sacred bones Set free by the ravenous hunger of crows Broken wings drenched
the wings from a butterfly, the stage is set, don't forget to breathe, between lines if the whole world dies, then it's safe to take the stage, these graves
VERSE 1:] Mr. John Crow draw coffin John Brown We nuh waan no more dead inna town Mr. Happy got so lucky trigger happy yo We no waan no more dead body Well Mr. Joe kill
will hunt down and conquer Send your best to the grave For your crime they all will pay I lurk in the shadows entombed in spite filled rage No Crow
I will hunt down and conquer Send your best to the grave For your crime they all will pay I lurk in the shadows entombed in spite filled rage No Crow
1:] Mr. John Crow draw coffin John Brown We nuh waan no more dead inna town Mr. Happy got so lucky trigger happy yo We no waan no more dead body Well Mr. Joe kill
a bitch, in her pinky toe If I hit a nigga high, then I shoot back low I know killers in the grave, got some on death row I kill a nigga safe, like a
to bitches who sip Henney on the rocks Who would kill me for pennies That?s why wherever my gun points black crows follow my hollow point Thee unconscious