Slow crows over a cold October
Sittin' getting colder, his hand goes sober
So you smack him with a bold
Told him all the things you told him
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 waitin' for an order
So you drive it to the chauffer
Who then runs to the porter
And you regroup in the night
So you can sneak across the border
Time to pack again, oh my Lord
You're goin' back again, never goin' forward
Time to pack, said oh, good Lord
Bats lay back, I say the good go forth
Clandestine cat at the edge of the woods
For folks so rich, we all look so good
Fancified faith from the front of a Ford
You must go crazy, you must go north
Totin' ten tons of a gentile men
The gentleman said what the gentleman said
You have to have a dollar or else you don't get paid
You gotta get glitter what you Van Gogh made
Time to pack again, oh my Lord
We're goin' back again, then we goin' forth
Time to pack, said oh, good Lord
Bats think back, I say the good go forth
They murder Matisse and then they greased Ali
While lawyers got the guile some free for fee
So they broke him down to nothin' for a cautionary tale
Lay buried in the ditches of a highway for sale
And some get lucky, most get caught
I ain't a-gonna claim we got the good fight fought
You might get ahead, but you won't get a heart
A lot of hearts fade when you're smugglin' the art
Time to pack again, oh my Lord
We're goin' back again, then we go forward
Time to pack, said oh, good Lord
Bats think back, I say the good go forth
Slow crows over
Slow crows over