Your a crow or a lion
Your a helicopter pilot
Pushing crows for food
Pushing crows for food
As you come walking over
Like an angel on the water
Walking without shoes
Walking without shoes
Were like two fisherman crossing there lines
Were coming up on mysterious times
She had a Honda 1989
Were coming up on mysterious times
And our hearts are divided lets keep em locked up in cages
Keep your stocks and your barrels clean
Hide your handshakes and smiles we need boots for the marching
We need to keep those soldiers mean
I built cities in the mouths of lions
I pushed hell from where it came
I put towns inside tornadoes
Even Satan knows my name
And girl you have been a picture
And girl you have been a saint
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Your a crow or a lion
Your a helicopter pilot
Pushing crows for food
Pushing crows for food
As you come walking over
Like an angel on the water
Walking without shoes
Walking without shoes
Were like two fisherman crossing there lines
Were coming up on mysterious times
She had a Honda 1989
Were coming up on mysterious times
And our hearts are divided lets keep em locked up in cages
Keep your stocks and your barrels clean
Hide your handshakes and smiles we need boots for the marching
We need to keep those soldiers mean
I built cities in the mouths of lions
I pushed hell from where it came
I put towns inside tornadoes
Even Satan knows my name
And girl you have been a picture
And girl you have been a saint
Your a helicopter pilot
Pushing crows for food
Pushing crows for food
As you come walking over
Like an angel on the water
Walking without shoes
Walking without shoes
Were like two fisherman crossing there lines
Were coming up on mysterious times
She had a Honda 1989
Were coming up on mysterious times
And our hearts are divided lets keep em locked up in cages
Keep your stocks and your barrels clean
Hide your handshakes and smiles we need boots for the marching
We need to keep those soldiers mean
I built cities in the mouths of lions
I pushed hell from where it came
I put towns inside tornadoes
Even Satan knows my name
And girl you have been a picture
And girl you have been a saint