A dark crow sits atop the telephone pole,
it sits and waits..
It’s coming for your’ soul.
Everything keeps on coming and coming,
day after day,
you never get a break.
It wont stop if you beg,
it wont stop if you ask.
It wont quit until your end.
Keep pushing and pushing.
Break your’ soul.
Break your’ back.
It’ll take every last dollar
that you work to bring,
it’ll give it all back just to rip it away.
It’ll take your woman,
make her fall for another man,
I tell you all,
no mortal here can understand!
The moon and the sun watch,
as your torn down
one wall at a time.
When the rain and the sun,
beat down on you at once,
you know it’s here for you.
Its taking you down,
there’s no fighting it.
Can’t pay it off,
can’t make it stop.
Can’t do what’s right,
it won’t leave till you step towards the light.
Gotta sit and take it all...
Have to wait till its had its fill,
and hope it wont return for more.
The dark one waits long for its kill.
A dark crow sits atop the telephone pole,
it sits and waits..
It’s coming for your’ soul.