The streets here are run by crows

Everyone knows, nobody knows

They take a shiny truth in the beak

To feed the young it's histories

Straight from the horses mouth

To the ones of your babies

The river runs with the wings of drought and disease

The gulls have never seen the sea

Because they live in the city

The pigeons need to have a name

For the burden of leaving

The sparrows have no place to speak

For if they did they would not say

The way you build your neighborhood is a shallow farce

What does it mean when the crows shoot down from above

What does it mean for the crows

To investigate themselves and find the crime is no crime

In their hands anymore

And now I know

That the game of node was a uniform that has been designed by the public eye

And they're watchin' me

With a mindly eye

Yes they're watchin' me

With a mindly eye