3 Black Crows

3 black crows were sitting on a fence
Watching the world pass them by Laughing at humanity and its pretense
Wondering where next to fly…
Like the winds of a hurricaine
And they spread their wings as if to declare
«Onward, let freedom ring!»
3 black crows are sitting in a tree
Looking down on mankind
Loving how it feels to be so free
Leaving us far behind…