Crow iii lyrics

Artist  : White zombie 
Song : Crow iii
 
"He can't get away with by the time, 
he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good
boy;" said man one. 
At a little before 5'oclock he when through the
basement. 
"Yes or no!" demanded man two bantering humor dry
in his throat. 
"Is there more than what she gave you?" 
questioned man three as a growing flicker. 
Waved across his eyes. "No!" 
The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate

this happens to now everyone in the room. 
You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time
of your life. 
Standstill panic stricken. 
Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone
answers and calls you, 
transfixed by committed you say "I aint no
guillotine" 
The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping
voice 
"what he wants is in the house" the words hung
there for a moment. 
Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes
from his cigarette 
and said something nobody could understand. 
Nobody could understand, nobody could understand.

One moment of irritation you call back "why me?" 
the vantage point above the street 
can be exhilarating falling back to a perspective
odyessy. 
A track of thunder. Tower lust of decomposed
intesity. 
I am I am I am I am....