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Scarecrow (Lyric) by horus8 <Verse I>
There's a murder of crows off to heaven
A coal black swirl to the sky
I couldn't help but see you there
Cussing out god without a care
Does he know you now, like I tried?
{Chorus}
So cry me a river, my baby
Make it long, deep & wide 'till off blue
Because, this is going to be the last time
You steal my verse, and kill its rhyme
The way you love me, takes some getting use too.
[Bridge]
As the closer I get becomes too far
I lower my guard, you raise the bar
The more you're filled, is the more I'm removed.
{Repeat the chorus from above once}
<Verse II>
There's no room for me, in your heaven
Just a long hallway with "wet floor" sign
The mood is low, the rent's too high
Why call it death if no one dies?
Aint it funny, how a man will walk that line.
{Chorus once}
[Bridge once]
{Chorus again & fade}
Up the ladder:
Forgotten
Down the ladder:
Dancing with the Dandelions
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.076923
Posted: July 15, 2003 3:56 PM PDT; Last modified: July 15, 2003 6:31 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.787294 Overall Rank: 1713 Comments:
Lose the title how about:
Killing crows. also last line possibility: This rivers gone dirty when you turned it to wine, At least you cant hurt me, if your no longer mine,# She cried me a river of crocodile tears, And I drown in the torrent of yesteryears.
There.
are you going to make an mp3 out of this? id love to hear it. 10
Yes, thanks, you will.
first verse--fuck.
rest, v.g.: 9, for the future. 318 view(s)
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fuck ! 10
And any cu** blue voting this below 5 i'm about to unbutton my zip so get ready to munch on my blower constrictor.
On a brighter note, at least I'm out of by far the nasty jail I've ever seen.
On one of the walls some grafiti read (in spanish)
"Justice can be purchased at the front desk for 200.00$"
Indeed.
I'm sure you could imagine my cackle it took my eyes 15 minutes to adjust to the pitch black to even begin to make out the various scrawlings on the wall, and the even carried out the town drunk to allow me a moment of perfect blessful solitude before taking a piss in the tray that appears to be what breakfast comes in upon. Cement floor, no lights, no running water, and a very fast rat I nicknamed Stephanie.