Like a crow on a motorway nPicking at scabsnSees red when a blacklegnDrives past in a cabnLike men in blue suitsnWith their sticks in their handsnAnd their feathers in their capsnnLike fighting for blackstuffnLike staying alivenLike a union of crowsnTheir funds bled drynAnd bossmen in LorriesnAre crossing the linenIt’s only real when it hurtsnnYou can trust when it hurts nYou know now it’s beennFeeling the pinch nWakes up from a dreamnTrust how it hurtsnTrust what you feelnFeeling the pinchnWakes you up nnLike a crow on barbed wirenWe’re the enemy withinnLike an unanswered phone callnWhere running again nLike a picking bonennThere’s a hook in your brain…..nLike a ghost town valleynLike duct on a sheetnLike a cold empty shopnOn a cold empty streetnLike the crowd gathers round nWhen the ambulance screamsnYour only real when you bleed.nn