Crows In The Wheatfield

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Making your way through an orangepeel orchard Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched And spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree You werent kissed there you were pissed in the lavatory And shaving is something that you grew out of And it would take a heat wave to get you to take your jacket off. You hang around the square watching someone kick the boys in With a hand through your hair as if to comb out the poison Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield Its been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield And dont forget that day you remembered When you saw fish swim in the sewage system river And keep revising that picture in your mind When you left home and the crows behind And the apples were sweet and summers were long Digging in your bare feet on a short yellow lawn You used to stifle a smile or forget not to yawn Do all the things that men do when theyre to the river born. With fifty-five pense between his two fingers And a swirling head as the feeling of hunger lingers Sing some stupid songs about crows in the wheatfield Its been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield You knew all along you were a crow in the wheatfield

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