Crippled Crow
Beggar standing on the corner sing your song
Sing it for a dime
Bring them all the pain you've carried down the line
Your music's flying past their ears
Glowing through your troubles for the hurt to follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Moving down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just a ticket to get you in
Beggar standing on the corner dry your eyes
Your time is nigh
The tears you're tasting now are only salty times
Your music's lasted through the years
Glowing through your troubles for the hurt to follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Moving down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon will help you
And the crown of thorns you're wearing is just your ticket to get in
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Moving down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow
Writer/s: Donna Weiss
