Blonde on black
And she’s on the attack
Black on white
And she’s ready to fight
White on blue
And she’s coming for you
Blue on red
And you’re already dead

The bullets hit their bones
Agony in their screaming
Crying children shrieking
And three crows peck, peck, peck

Sirens blare in the morning
Dead bodies litter busy street
Their blood stains dispersed
And three crows pick at easy meat

The small girl lit her cigarette
And cleaned her machine gun
The little ****** had some fun
And the three crows pecked, pecked, peck

Let’s meet again
Someday, somewhere
Where the smell of new
Devours the old

Let’s dream again
Someday, sometime
And share as friends
About our hopes

Let’s meet again
Old friend
May our paths cross once more
We have a lot of catching up to do