Making your way through an orangepeel orchard Tracing your day
from disillusioned to debauched and Spring passed quickly below
the rotten elm tree You weren't kissed there you were
pissed in the lavatory And shaving is something that you grew
out of and it would take a heat wave to get you to take your
jacket off. You hang around the square watching someone kick the
boys in With a hand through your hair as if to comb out the
poison Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield
It's been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield And
don't forget that day you remembered When you saw fish swim
in the sewage system river And keep revising that picture in
your mind When you left home and the crow's behind and the
Apples were sweet and summers were long digging in your bare
feet on a short yellow lawn You used to stifle a smile or forget
not to yawn Do all the things that men do when they're To
the River Born. With fifty-five pense between his two fingers
And a swirling head as the feeling of hunger lingers Sing some
stupid songs about crows in the wheatfield It's been so
long since you saw crows in the wheatfield Sing some stupid song
about crows in the wheatfield You knew all along you were a crow
in the wheatfield
Send "Crows In The Wheatfield" Ringtone to your Cell 
