The streets here are run by crows Everyone knows, nobody knows They take a shiny truth in the beak To feed the young it's histories Straight from the horses mouth To the ones of your babies The river runs with the wings of drought and disease
The gulls have never seen the sea Because they live in the city The pigeons need to have a name For the burden of leaving The sparrows have no place to speak For if they did they would not say The way you build your neighborhood is a shallow farce
What does it mean when the crows shoot down from above What does it mean for the crows To investigate themselves and find the crime is no crime In their hands anymore And now I know That the game of node was a uniform that has been designed by the public eye