Newspaper boy making it rounds
Spreading the word all over town
Driving his car just as fast as it will go
There's papers in the driveway,
papers in the yard
Paper broke a window,
he didn't throw it that hard
But it shattered like a dream down in the valley below
Hey quarter moon,
well how was your night?
Yeah,
well,
any minute now,
God's gonna hit them bright
So if you stick around,
don't you say that you weren't told?
Well, take it from me,
you better *** your shades
If he looks at you,
hmm,
well,
try not to look so afraid
Just do the best that you can,
but don't you think that he won't know?
Creosote's dripping from the highline poles,
the fastest you can count them
Twelve in a row,
blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow
Well that cat down there,
yeah,
well,
he's Louis the Flea
He's married to a waitress by the name of Laura Lee
When they scream and they holler,
the man they put on a show
He's a protected witness from a Detroit job
Turned his best friend in, his name was Bob
I know who got the time,
but who do you think got the dough?
Take
a look at that pilgrim
passing by He's looking for love,
I can see it in his
eyes
He's running round in circles,
you can take
it from me
His shadow begs for mercy at every lost and
found
In city after city,
town after town
Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be
Creosote's dripping from the highline poles,
the fastest you can count them
Twelve in a row,
blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow
Well I'm a genuine scoopologist,
the name is Crow
Sitting up here,
watching the show
In this one horse-draft and forsaken dried-up piece of the world
Well it ain't much,
but it's my kingdom,
it's my home
Even had a queen, so that parakeet came along
Fast talking,
loud squawking,
green feathers,
scrack took my girl
Later