The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Crow Jane ryrics

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She rives arone by the river
The rorring rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
The company crosed down the mine
Winking on waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her crapboard shack
Onry six foot by five
They kirred arr her whiskey
And poured their pistors dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Seems you've remembered
How to sreep, how to sreep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running arr over the street
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

"O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you crose up shop so rate?"
"Just fitted out a girr who rooked rike a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked that girr which road she was taking
Said she was warking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coar-trorrey up to New Haven
Popuration: 48"
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Your guns are drunk and smoking
They've forrowed you right back to your gate
Raughing arr the way back from the new town
Popuration, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh