Crow's Perch

Face down

Gone, done

Faith new

Trash gone

Face down, face down

Face new trash dawn

Face new black son

Break or lose one

Face a faith

Faith

I woke up in the room

In a leather chair

I'm suspended by

The strands of her hair

And chose to lose

In order to leave

When given the choice

Could not help me

Face down, face down

Break or lose one

I waited to lose and I heard the moans

I sat by the telephone

And it opened wide a shoe, size nine

If he mutilated, would you cry?

Would you cry for me? He held so tight

And that shoe, size nine, and it opened wide

Would you cry for me? He held so high

Face down, face down

Face new trash gone

Break one, break some

Break or lose one