Crows in The Wheatfield

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