BLACK CROWS’ COUNTRY Lyrics – HYACINTH HOUSE

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
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HYACINTH HOUSE Lyrics – BLACK CROWS’ COUNTRY

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