Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crow III , by - White Zombie. Song from the album It Came from N.Y.C., in the genre ИндастриалRelease date: 02.06.2016
Record label: Numero Group
Song language: English
Crow III |
| «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 5'oclock he when 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 odyessy |
| A track of thunder. |
| Tower lust of decomposed intesity |
| I am I am I am I am… |