The Crow

Found a crow, broke its wing You said, "I like insides of things" And a tree where you hung up your skin to dry And wait for god to come Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah And I have fucked-up underlined And you have loved me most of the time And all I do is write shit lullabies for babies I don't make And tell you lies Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Haaaaa ah Found a crow, broke its wing You said, "I like insides of things"