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State Radio Year Of The Crow

Ma ma mama don't look now, There's red bus coming up along. I might recommend that when the protests are over, You will not expect to be so well.

It was a rough night, Turned into years in an unknown land. Jut a grudge fight, Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand. We had a hard time, But we tried

My father was a haystack man, always said son go find what you can. Said the guns get jammed up in the sand, don't let them try to fool you. I said

Dear Mr. Omar Bay, Heard news that you left today. You still countin' all them taxicabs, takin' you back to the time you have left? Do you well remember

Another unidentified youth, Mistaken for something he'd never done. Come all the unfortunates, Come on with your ghetto youth. There's talk on the police radio

In the park there's a wicker made plane that crashed down just the other day. The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented and crash landed in the

My father was a haystack man Always said, ?Son go a find what you can? He said, ?The guns get jammed up in the sand Don't let them try to fool you? I

Did you get the invitation? The Swan song of a nation Everyone's waitin' for you inside We got soda pop and hickory stills Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles

It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand We had a hard time but we tried to understand