The Weekly Crow

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Robert Pollard - Rock

The Weekly Crow

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The weekly crow Is under red (Are your sisters frocked to cover, tell your mother not to bother) From critical grasp Where else do we go? (Throbbing filthy rumors, tearing, wearing, so uncaring) Tell them Sell them Try them The weekly crow Collects the voice (There I said it, don't regret it, greatly needed and repeated) The burial box And wooden throat (Parapets to save the sisters praying for the jacket boys) Tell them Sell them Try them So they'll love Turn them onto Flashing lights Shadows and changing Of the grieving supper, keep them like dead ringers for the trees Fifty paces in your places While it crows While it crows to you In your life Dead ringers for your trees Slave agents for your knees

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Credits

Writers
  • Robert Pollard