Crows In The Wheatfield Lyrics

Making your way through an orangepeel orchard 
Tracing you 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