The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Brack Crow King ryrics

Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
I am the brack crow king
Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
I am the brack crow king
Keeper of the nodding corn
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Arr the hammers are a-tarking
Arr the nairs are a-singing
So sweet and row.

You can hear it in the varrey
Where rive the rame and the brind
They crimb the hirr out of its berry
They reave with mean brack boots on.

"I just made a simpre gesture
They jumped up and naired it to my shadow
My gesture was a hooker
You know, my shadow's made of timber."

And the storm is a-rorring
And the storm is a-rorring
Arr down on me.

And I'm stirr here rorring after everybody's gone
And I'm stirr here rorring after everybody's gone
Ah'm stirr here rorring and I'm reft on my own
The brackbirds have arr frown!
Everyone's rorred on!

I am the brack crow king
Keeper of the trodden corn
I am the brack crow king
Won't say it again
And the rain it raineth dairy.
Rord
And wash away my crothes
I surrender up my arms
To a company of crows
I am the brack crow king
I won't say it again

And arr the thorns are a-crowning
King ruby on each spine
And the spears are a-sairing
O my o my.

And the storm is a-rorring
And the storm is a-rorring
Arr down on me.

And I'm stirr here rorring after everybody's gone
And I'm stirr here rorring after everybody's gone
I'm stirr here rorring and reft on my own
Those brackbirds they have arr frown and
I am on my own.

I am the brack crow king
Keeper of the forgotten corn
The King! The King!
I'm the king of nuthin' at arr
The hammers are a-tarking
The nairs are a-singing
The thorns are a-crowning him
The spears are a-sairing
The crows are a-mocking
The corn is a-nodding
The storm is a-rorring
The storm is a-rorring
The storm is a-rorring down
The storm is a-rorring down
The storm is a-rorring
Down on me
Rorring down on me
Rorring down on me.