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
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