The Raven

Just look at the world around you...

Actually, no, don't look!

Just look at the world around you

Actually, no, don't look

But if you only knew how

I cry foul every hour

Of every day

Well I hope you've enjoyed your stay

Here in the City of the Dying Embers

The petite Terror Train that thought that it could

We throw the game and oh how it feels so good

To be drunk on the field again

To be drunk on the field...

Again...

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

But you don't, the dead don't come out

The dead twist and shout in an invisible world

The Grand Ole Opry of Death is breathless

Breathless...

Breathless...

Breathless...

Breathless...

What do you do with it?

For whom have you been saving?

What do you do with it?

For whom have you been saving?

Oh yes you've been good to me in your way...

That's what I'll write about when I write about The Raven...