Crow - The Jim Carroll Band

It must be strange to just fall from the stage

And snap a bone that is so close to the brain

And be attended to by so many down below

I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above

And you start singing just like light through a black floor

You start sliding like burned skin to a side door

But crow, when you throw yourself under

Singins hard when you cant loose control

They dont know, to them in the dark you dont whisper nothin

And theyre all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul

It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore

And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves

And youd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom

And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes

And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple

Youd start screaming just like sister aimee semple

But crow, when you throw yourself under

The streets are hard when you cannot lose control

They dont know, to them the dark dont whisper nothin

And theyre all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul

Crow

It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies

Hey, youd give us something wed go slip into our coffee

And wed start reading lines from poems that didnt matter

You covered me with blankets in the chelsea hotel lobby

And Id start reachin for the scar along your belly

Theyd start takin us cause winning is their hobby

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