[Soft Intro: (Sounds of: whistling and crows or ravens squawking overhead) Music: Banjo plucking in and out of tune. Cello counterpoint.] [Verse:] White wings don't exist and yet, Black wings won't admit it. Bet that, Grey wings are oh so much more, likely to abound here. Quothe a raven to a bluejay, your voice is grating, but you're pretty, do you wanna grab a drink in the next rain babe? To decide will you bring me a gift? said the jay. If you wait said the raven as he turned and flew away. [PreChorus:] Light fall on the leaves and see through its cells! Staring all depart as chilly wind nips through our openings. [Chorus:] A dark murder of birds, gliding just above again, what are they doing near? Pecking at our fears, with their treachery. [Instrumental Solo:] Black beak and charcoal feather vest, Hey pretty bird, beautiful bluejay, Brought you something, hope you don't hate it. Quothe a raven to a bluejay, I got you these boysenberries, or poison... I can't remember. Either eat em or give em, each one to your mortal enemies. [Soft Interlude:] This bright purple pretty gift has earned you a date. If you wait said the blue lady jay as she flew away. A dark murder of birds, gliding just above again, what are they trying to say? what are they yelling for? [Aggressive Instrumental Solo:] [bridge] damn that bluejay what did we just drink? poison. Eye for an eye, tonight Gonna fuck that raven. Our voices grating. As we're mating. Caw! Caw!!
