Crow Iii Lyrics - Soul Crusher - White Zombie

"He can't get away with by the time 

He gets in front of the jury 

He'll be a good boy", said man one 

At a little before five o'clock 

He went through the basement 

"Yes or no?", demanded man two 

Bantering humor dry in his throat 

"Is there more than what she gave you?" 

Questioned man three as a growing flicker 

Waved across his eyes, "No" 

The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate 

This happens to now everyone in the room 

You feel traces, a dying sound 

Listen to the time of your life 

Standstill, panic stricken 

Ringing the bells of a empty houses 

Someone answers and calls you 

Transfixed by committed you say 

"I ain't no guillotine" 

The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice 

"What he wants is in the house" 

The words hung there for a moment 

Bending forward she plucked 

She plucked the ashes from his cigarette 

And said something nobody could understand 

Nobody could understand, nobody could understand 

One moment of irritation 

You call back, "Why me?" 

The vantage point above the street 

Can be exhilarating 

Falling back to a perspective odyssey 

A track of thunder tower lust of decomposed intensity 

I am, I am, I am, I am