Right before the harvest a blackbird sings
Look at them fools down, they ain't got no wings
Storm is a-coming, rain's about to fall
Ain't no shelter 'round here for these children at all
Scarecrow singing a song by Kevin Welch
Thunder is rumbling as if the devil himself did belch
Now the dirt is splattering, turning into mud
Erasing all traces of broken bones and blood
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
Rooster's in the cornstalks pecking at grains
A peddler walks by, he says, “Why am I cursed like Cain?
I'm all lust and furies, doomed to sell my wares
I think I'd been better off not sayin' prayers
Old harlequins and pilgrims always will believe
Was their savior on a cross that died between two thieves
Ask them and they'll tell you the son was sacrificed
To undo the sin of Eve that cost us paradise
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
A dying crap shooter with whiskey on his breath
Is bettin' inside numbers, shootin' dice with death
He says, “All I ever roll is deuces, treys, and twelves”
Blackbird says, "The gods can't save us from ourselves"
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
