Hyacinth House - Black crows' country lyrics

Roadrunners rolling through this barter town Solution, pollution just give your contribution Woke up in a havoc by the drag queen's blues Look at gambling jack having dinner through his eyes Ride, ride, ride creep inside or blossom out Ride, ride, ride I'm a raven in crows' country Same old cold but different names I called up a believer, a prowler and a saint She's roaring out the past, she's roaring out the man And I can't get you out of my head Ride, ride, ride creep inside or blossom out Ride, ride, ride I'm a raven in crows' country Ride, ride, ride creep inside or blossom out Ride, ride, ride I'm a raven in crows' country I'm a raven in crows' country