Song parody of
Black Crow King
by Nick Cave
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I am the black crow king, mhm
I am the black crow king
The keeper of the nodding corn
A bam, bam, bam, bam
(Bam, bam, bam, bam)
All the hammers are a-talking
(The hammers are a-talking)
All the nails are a-singing
(The nails are a-singing)
So sweet and low
(So deep and low)
You can hear it in the valley
Where live the lame and the blind
They climb my hill out of its belly
Leave with mean black boot shine
I just made a simple gesture
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
Spread eagled like a hooker
You know, my shadow's made of timber
And the storm is a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
And the storm it's a-rolling
(Rolling)
All down on me
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
Yeah, I'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own
The blackbirds have all gone
Everyone's rolled on
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the trodden corn
I am the king
Won't say it again
And the rain, it raineth daily
Lord
And wash away my clothes
I surrender up my arms
To a company of crows
I am the black crow king
Honey, I won't say it again
And all the thorns are a-crowning
(The thorns are a-crowning)
King ruby on each spine
And all the spears are a-sailing
Oh my, oh my
The storm is rolling
(The storm is rolling)
The storm is a-rolling
(Rolling)
All down on me
And I'm still rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
The blackbirds flown and everybody's gone
And I am on my own
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the forgotten corn
The King, The King
I'm the king of nothin' at all
The hammers are talking
(The hammers are a-talking)
The nails are singing
(The nails are a-singing
The spears are sailing
(The spears are a-sailing)
The thorns are a-crowning him
(The thorns are a-crowning him)
The crows are a-mocking
(The crows are a-mocking)
The corn is a-nodding
(The corn is a-nodding)
The storm it's a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
The storm it's a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
Yeah, the storm it's a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
Yeah, the storm it's a-rolling down
(The storm is a-rolling)
The storm is a-rolling down
(The storm is a-rolling)
The storm is a-rolling down on me
Yeah, rolling down on me
I am the black crow king, mhm
I am the black crow king
The keeper of the nodding corn
A bam, bam, bam, bam
(Bam, bam, bam, bam)
All the hammers are a-talking
(The hammers are a-talking)
All the nails are a-singing
(The nails are a-singing)
So sweet and low
(So deep and low)
You can hear it in the valley
Where live the lame and the blind
They climb my hill out of its belly
Leave with mean black boot shine
I just made a simple gesture
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
Spread eagled like a hooker
You know, my shadow's made of timber
And the storm is a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
And the storm it's a-rolling
(Rolling)
All down on me
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
Yeah, I'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own
The blackbirds have all gone
Everyone's rolled on
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the trodden corn
I am the king
Won't say it again
And the rain, it raineth daily
Lord
And wash away my clothes
I surrender up my arms
To a company of crows
I am the black crow king
Honey, I won't say it again
And all the thorns are a-crowning
(The thorns are a-crowning)
King ruby on each spine
And all the spears are a-sailing
Oh my, oh my
The storm is rolling
(The storm is rolling)
The storm is a-rolling
(Rolling)
All down on me
And I'm still rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
The blackbirds flown and everybody's gone
And I am on my own
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the forgotten corn
The King, The King
I'm the king of nothin' at all
The hammers are talking
(The hammers are a-talking)
The nails are singing
(The nails are a-singing
The spears are sailing
(The spears are a-sailing)
The thorns are a-crowning him
(The thorns are a-crowning him)
The crows are a-mocking
(The crows are a-mocking)
The corn is a-nodding
(The corn is a-nodding)
The storm it's a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
The storm it's a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
Yeah, the storm it's a-rolling
(The storm is a-rolling)
Yeah, the storm it's a-rolling down
(The storm is a-rolling)
The storm is a-rolling down
(The storm is a-rolling)
The storm is a-rolling down on me
Yeah, rolling down on me
