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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
Interprète
The Forest Rangers
The Forest Rangers
Interprète
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Batterie
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Basse
Phil Shenale
Phil Shenale
Claviers
Bob Thiele Jr.
Bob Thiele Jr.
Guitare acoustique
Tommy Faragher
Tommy Faragher
Chœurs
Billy Valentine
Billy Valentine
Chœurs
Amy Kanter
Amy Kanter
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kurt Sutter
Kurt Sutter
Composition
Bob Thiele Jr.
Bob Thiele Jr.
Composition
Jake Smith
Jake Smith
Écriture
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Thiele Jr.
Bob Thiele Jr.
Production
Dave Way
Dave Way
Ingénierie de mixage
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
There's a blackbird perched outside my window
I hear him calling
I hear him sing
He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
He sees all my sins
He reads my soul
One day that bird, he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther, like Pericles
[Verse 2]
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king
[Verse 3]
On a blanket made of woven shadows
Flew up to heaven on a ravens glide
His angels they turn my wings to wax now
I fell like Judas, grace denied
On that day he lied to me
Like Martin Luther, like Pericles
[Verse 4]
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king
[Verse 5]
I walk among the children of my fathers
The broken wings, betrayals cost
They call to me but never touch my heart, now
I am too far, I'm too lost
[Verse 6]
All I can hear is what he spoke to me like Martin Luther, like Pericles
[Verse 7]
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king
[Verse 8]
So now I curse that ravens fire
You made me hate, you made me burn
He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden
You always knew, you never learn
The crow no longer sings to me
Like Martin Luther or Pericles
[Verse 9]
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
[Verse 10]
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king
Written by: Bob Thiele Jr., Jake Smith, Kurt Sutter
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