Pistol Grip - A Murder Of Crows Lyrics
Take the trail to the graveyard for the nightTick tick time's never on your sideOn the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming downKeep your eyes wide open and alertYou'll rest enough when you're burried in the dirtOn the edge of destruction can you feel what's coming downSun down, search for entertainmentGhost town, only blackbirds on the pavementA murder of crows in the valley of tranguilityneutralize the boredom with the prospect of activity,The bar's closed gotta find another placeBut your trends are shit, and the normal hate my faceWe're the proud and the putrid and we're gonna wreck this townDiscontent and nothings gonna changeFutures bleak with no thought of self restraintUndesirable outcasts no one ever wants around[Chorus]Across the tracks there's no one else aroundComforted by neglected parts of townA murder flies like a blanket through the nightLooking out for another Friday fight