Said the raven to the king, “What do you want from me? I can’t sing.” Said the raven to the king, “What do you want from me? I can’t sing”
Said the raven to the boy, “I want your pretty little heart destroyed. Of all the birds that I could be Look at the goddamned bird that the lord made me. I don’t sing for love, for the boys and girls, I sing for the wretched of this world And when this world goes up in fire I’ll be an ash spewed into the light.”