Christy Moore - Scallcrows lyrics

Sunday morning you've a page to fill You gather grist to grind your mill Seek a pot to dip your quill Sacrifice all candour Your pointed beaks as sharp as knives As you tear strips off peoples lives Buzzing like bluebottle flies Among the dead and wounded Scallcrows You're only Scallcrows Scallcrows Vultures, Dirtbirds and Scallcrows Attracted by the lure of stars You lurk around expensive bars Seeking rumours swapping jars Down among the posers Sunday morning I can hear the sound It's the Scallcrows flocking around Seeking prey that must be found To satisfy the hunger