The Raven

Just look at the world around you Actually, no, don't look Just look at the world around you Actually, no, don't look But if you only knew how I cry foul every hour Of every day Well, I hope you've enjoyed your stay Here in the city of the dying embers The petite Terror Train that thought that it could We throw the game and oh how it feels so good To be drunk on the field again To be drunk on the field Again Come out, come out, wherever you are But you don't, the dead don't come out The dead twist and shout in an invisible world The Grand Ole Opry of death is breathless Breathless Breathless Breathless Breathless What do you do with it? For whom have you been saving? What do you do with it? For whom have you been saving? Oh yes you've been good to me in your way That's what I'll write about when I write about the raven