Rob Moir
Rob Moir - Crow Stew lyrics
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I met Frank on a train to New York With a girl called Celine who brought all the sparks They left Toronto with a pocket full of change To throw their careers to the lions in the cage Oh but Frank felt like the 'waiter Frank' When he saw me with my arm around Celine When push came to shove I think that she fell in love with me But he never 'acted' oh so well Singers grab your songs with your dirty little hands Righting them wrongs in your radio bands Making young women into much older girls Wouldn't dress down for all the coke in the world I'm safe cuz I'm sleeping next to trophy girls, excess and flare Not the last guy that was me But the one before him died here in a bar fight I'm starting to feel like them soldiers dead in the sand The 'have-not's' and 'what for's?' Are talking about the politics of wars But everybody knows That they don't want to hear about them no more Honey I don't want to think about it, write about it, talk about it Pictures showing death and carnage, celebrity buzz The cops in Colombia will make all sorts of noise Sex tourists down arguing over the price They got beat down and robbed and their passports are long gone Stuck trekking out in the thick jungle fog Still I'd rather be them, then the pigs that you'd meet on a film set Stuffing their faces with the finest of cakes and cigarettes I'm starting to feel like them soldiers dead in the sand