Besedila:
Mountain Goats The Crows

the air was sweet and hot maybe it was the right grave, maybe not but the crows crows crows rose, rose, rose from the grave Yeah the crows crows crows

the air was sweet and hot maybe it was the right grave, maybe not but the crows crows crows rose, rose, rose from the grave Yeah the crows crows crows

These roses are the pleasures of the flesh These ones here they are the pleasures of the spirit And tucked behind a pornographic picture in a frame The