Slow Crows Over - These United States
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