A Crow's Trial

Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms In my 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 20 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 the mercy of the singing crows The raven 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 12 hours 'til the party's done Paramnesia rules this world So fake a smile Take a shot, some Scotch And wait until your trial Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms Sticking fliers on their solid head The turtles are eating the raccoons A zombie sits alone and cries, "I hate you" The mannequin's calling for a taxi For a crow who knows we have a deal A familiar voice cries out to me A feathered creature, and he's come to see me The crow offers me a smoke He says, "It'll help you kill the third eye" My, my, you think this is a joke? I swear, it's fine He's in a web of lies The clocks take shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die The devil's work life, suffice to say, is comedy at best He wonders if there will come a time when he can leave the nest In a burning town around Inferno's court The crows are laughing with a glass of port The woman ponders if she enjoys the gore Still she takes the devil's heart and eats some more Little miss, this isn't the deal we had Oh, did I mess it up? I guess it's just too bad Paramnesia rules this world So fake a smile Take a chill, some Scotch I'll see you at your trial