the national
theory of the crows
Where crybabies cry In the united states Bright white on both sides Like a plate Nobody listens Nobody should It'd be a waste of attention  Not enough money To buy a PC So I come in this weekend Asleep on my feet And if I forget you Ill have nobody left to forget I guess thats what assholes get  Traded my day light For a career  But I need you to disprove My theory of the crows  Pouring my fingers across the keys Will someone review my salary please? Im selling my time to the man who sells style That time should be mine to waste on you  Ill suck off investors Ill suck off VCs  Im losing my posture from time on my knees They treat me so well Cause I'll do anything Its in my nature of service  But ill need you to disprove My theory of the crows  Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor You send daughters to los angelos and new york I need mine to see me  When I wake up I need mine to know That im what they come to  When they come home