Slow Crows Over

Slow crows over a gold October

You're sitting getting colder as Van Gogh sobers

So you smack him with a boulder

Tell him all the things you told her

And he paints it all in yellow

Like a fire full of smolder

But you notice something missing

In the corner of the corner

And he's hesitant to sign it

Like he's waiting for an order

So you drive it to the chauffer

Who then runs it to the porter

And you regroup in the night

You can sneak across the border

Time to pack again

Oh my lord

Here we go back again

Then we go forward

Time to pack again

Said oh good lord

When the bad slink back

I think the good go forth

Clandestine cabin at the edge of the woods

For folks so rich

We don't look so good

Fencing five fakes from the front of a Ford

You must go crazy

You must go North

Toting ten tons of magenta and red

And the gentleman said

What the gentleman said

You have it here by dawn or

Else you don't get paid

You've got to get rid of

What your Van Gogh made

Time to pack again

Oh my lord

Here we go back again

Then we go forth

Time to pack again

Said oh good lord

When the bad slink back

I think the good go forward

They murdered Matisse and

Then they greased Dali

A pack of lawyers got to Goya

Set him free for a fee

See they broke him down to nothing

But a cautionary tale

Waiting wary in the ditches of the highway

For a sale

Anbd some get lucky

But most get caught

I ain't about to claim

We got the good fight fought

Because you might get ahead

But you won't get a heart

A lot lines fade when you're smuggling art

Time to pack again

Oh my lord

Here we go back again

Then we go forward

Time to pack again

Said oh good lord

When the bad slink back

I think the good go forth

So cloud over

So cloud over