CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : A Crow’s Trial

Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms
In a dimly lit, moonlit motel
The turtles are dancing with raccoons
A zombie joins but gets a firm "no thank you"

The mannequin's calling for a taxi
With a fee of twenty-thousand yen
A familiar voice cries out to me
A feathered creature I have never seen

The crow offers me a smoke
He says "It'll take you for a joyride"
No, sir I think I'd rather choke
Oh, I'll be fine
"You're in a web of lies"

On a busy street you'll see the city folk
Run at thе mercy of the singing crows
The ravеn ponders if he enjoys the gore
While he takes the frontal lobe and eats some more
Little miss, don't sit, come join the fun!
We've only got twelve hours 'til the party's done
Paramnesia rules this world
So fake a smile
Take a shot, some scotch
And wait until your trial