Lyrics:
Crow Sheryl Park

In the white room with black curtains by the station Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark

Rock on, gold dust woman Take your silver spoon and dig your grave, yeah Well, it's a heartless challenge You pick your path and then you pray You wake

: God, I feel like hell tonight Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true

: I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been

: Ten years living in a paper bag Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear

: Never kept a dollar past sunset, it always burned a hole in my pants Never made a school mama happy, never blew a second chance I need a love to keep

: I think I was wrong I think you were right That all my angry words Will keep me up at night And through the old screen door I still hear you say Oh

: Rock on Gold dust woman take your silver spoon, And dig your grave... Heartless challenge, pick your path, and I'll pray Wake up in the morning, see

: The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has