The Crow
Jerome Lenfant, Paul Chaudoit
Hidden in the shadows, waiting for his prey, the coward will strike
Like a wolf but more like a drifting dog, drooling over
Once his target engaged, he'll set his grapple to reach his goal
Alone or in pack, the fool will attack, no matter who's his victim
Raise up your fist, to break him down
Well who the fuck do you think you are?
I'd kill you with my crow
Is that what you call, feeling like a man?
You should be ashamed
You're just the pawn of the chessboard
She's the queen of your sorrow
Raise up your fist to break him down
Well who the fuck do you think you are?
You're gonna bleed in the shadows
I'd kill you with my crow
I'd kill you with my crow
No, "no" is not a "yes"!
No, "no" is not a "yes"!
No, "no" is not a "yes"!
No, "no" is not a "yes"!