Black bird fly’s high at night
Stone the crow the people say
His heart is full of pain
Got no where for his head to lay
Stone the crow the people scream
His eyes show know sense of shame
They don’t care for his past
Just want to hang his name
Make up runs down his face
Lost in the mist and the rain
Wings broken and cape has flew
Cant carry the weight of pain
Stone the crow
Stone the crow
Stone the crow the people say
Stone the crow the people say
The black bird did know wrong
Just clocked himself in black
His mind is now laid to rest
In a bed of flowers made in stacks
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