There's a murder of crows
Blackening the skies at night
Like dirt filling up with gold
Pretty soon my darling
Look out
The moon
The moon
The moon
There's a murder of crows
Blackening the skies at night
Like smoke on the horizon of this little town
Pretty soon
They're gonna
Block out the sun
The sun
The sun
Pretty soon they're gonna
Block out the sun
The sun
The sun
Pretty soon they're gonna
Block out the sun
The sun
The sun
Pretty soon they're gonna
Block out the sun
The sun
The sun