Murder Of Crows

Look at you go sister, look at you jump the gun.

Ridin' the rails like a freight train on a dead-end run

Look at that sugar shack shakin', look at that maple drip.

Nothing in the world as good as the sweetness on your lips

Who's time? Your time. And there it goes. Flirt and flutter like a murder of crows

Look at her kick and screamin', look at her beat that

Like she's been put upon by everything and everyone

Look at those wheels spinnin', listen to her engine whine

She used to idle soft and pretty, now she runs over to the redline