A Murder Of Crows

A Murder Of Crows

Pistol Grip
(album: Another Round)

Take the trail to the graveyard for the night
Tick tick time´s never on your side
On the edge of the rooftops and we´re never coming down
Keep your eyes wide open and alert
You´ll rest enough when you´re burried in the dirt
On the edge of destruction can you feel what´s coming down

Sun down, search for entertainment
Ghost town, only blackbirds on the pavement
A murder of crows in the valley of tranguility
neutralize the boredom with the prospect of activity,

The bar´s closed gotta find another place
But your trends are shit, and the normal hate my face
We´re the proud and the putrid and we´re gonna wreck this town
Discontent and nothings gonna change
Futures bleak with no thought of self restraint
Undesirable outcasts no one ever wants around