Crow With A Crippled Foot

Written by Rick Springfield

Bible black, starless night

Charcoal burning without light

Black cat bones, hell hounds bark

Graves are turning in the dark

Curse giver on a cursed boat

Tastes blood in the back of his throat

Not gonna be a lame footnote, shot gun under his dust coat

Feel the lights, see the camera rolling

Video game script and scrolling

Anger boils inside his brain

As his life runs down the drain

He's just a crow with a crippled foot

In his heart are dead ashes and soot

Got names in his little black book

He's just a crow with a crippled foot

So dissolute

Bodies lying all around

Crows are circling the killing ground

A bored man with a shopping cart

Bought his power at a Walmart

There's no light, no light in his black heart

Felt the shot guns kick and roar

His brains are blown across the classroom floor

He loved the dark and now he's found it

Black on black and black surrounds him

A broken soul never mends

Send him a message that he sins

Sirens scream and broken lives

Just a crippled foot survives

He's just a crow with a crippled foot

In his heart are dead ashes and soot

Got names in his little black book

He's just a crow with a crippled foot

All he did and the sum of his fears, won't mean shit in a couple of years

And at his center was a rotted root

Just another crow with a crippled foot

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