As I struck fiery bows
My motorcycle went on
Off on the road
With the red crows

I carried a child on my shoulder
The people asked who is he
He is young and I'm wise
So, who am I if not innocent?

I whacked the crows with a tire iron
I was tied to the mud
As I let down the child
The red crows flew over yonder

I flipped a coin to decide
As it spun like a wheel
I decided run rhymes with what's done
And so I decided to go forward