Rob Moir - Crow Stew Lyrics
I met Frank on a train to New YorkWith a girl called Celine who brought all the sparksThey left Toronto with a pocket full of changeTo throw their careers to the lions in the cageOh but Frank felt like the 'waiter Frank' When he saw me with my arm around CelineWhen push came to shoveI think that she fell in love with meBut he never 'acted' oh so wellSingers grab your songs with your dirty little handsRighting them wrongs in your radio bandsMaking young women into much older girlsWouldn't dress down for all the coke in the worldI'm safe cuz I'm sleeping next to trophy girls, excess and flareNot the last guy that was meBut the one before him died here in a bar fightI'm starting to feel like them soldiers dead in the sandThe 'have-not's' and 'what for's?'Are talking about the politics of warsBut everybody knowsThat they don't want to hear about them no moreHoney I don't want to think about it, write about it, talk about itPictures showing death and carnage, celebrity buzzThe cops in Colombia will make all sorts of noiseSex tourists down arguing over the priceThey got beat down and robbed and their passports are long goneStuck trekking out in the thick jungle fogStill I'd rather be them, then the pigs that you'd meet on a film setStuffing their faces with the finest of cakes and cigarettesI'm starting to feel like them soldiers dead in the sand
