Black Crow King

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
 I am the black crow king
 Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
 I am the black crow king
 Keeper of the nodding corn
 Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
 All the hammers are a-talking
 All the nails are a-singing
 So sweet and low

You can hear it in the valley
 Where live the lame and the blind
 They climb the hill out of its belly
 They leave with mean black boots on

"I just made a simple gesture
 They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
 My gesture was a hooker
 You know, my shadow's made of timber."

And the storm is a-rolling
 And the storm is a-rolling
 All down on me

And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
 And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
 Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own



The blackbirds have all gone!
 Everyone's rolled on!

I am the black crow king
 Keeper of the trodden corn
 I am the king
 Won't say it again
 And the rain, it raineth daily
 Lord
 And wash away my clothes
 I surrender up my arms
 To a company of crows
 I am the black crow king
 I won't say it again

And all the thorns are a-crowning
 King ruby on each spine
 And the spears are a-sailing
 O my o my

And the storm is a-rolling
 And the storm is a-rolling
 All down on me

And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
 And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
 I'm still here rolling and left on my own
 Those blackbirds they have all flown and
 I am on my own

I am the black crow king
 Keeper of the forgotten corn
 The King! The King!
 I'm the king of nuthin' at all
 The hammers are a-talking
 The nails are a-singing
 The thorns are a-crowning him
 The spears are a-sailing
 The crows are a-mocking
 The corn is a-nodding
 The storm is a-rolling
 The storm is a-rolling
 The storm is a-rolling down
 The storm is a-rolling down
 The storm is a-rolling
 Down on me
 Rolling down on me
 Rolling down on me