Lyrics: The Residents. Melancholy Clumps.
Like a message from the dead
The raven circles overhead
Its shadow seems to softly hold
The sickly scent of sour souls
And says this ship will be the home
Of melancholy clumps of bone
The raven circles overhead
Its shadow seems to softly hold
The sickly scent of sour souls
And says this ship will be the home
Of melancholy clumps of bone
Residents (The)
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