كلمات 3 Black Crows

3 black crows were sitting on a fence Watching the world pass them by Laughing at humanity and its pretense Wondering where next to fly... *And they cackled in joy and dove through the air Like the winds of a hurricaine And they spread their wings as if to declare "Onward , let freedom ring!" 3 black crows are sitting in a tree Looking down on mankind Loving how it feels to be so free Leaving us far behind...