.Like a crow on a motorway
Picking at scabs
Sees red when a blackleg
Drives past in a cab
Like men in blue suits
With their sticks in their hands
And their feathers in their caps
Like fighting for blackstuff
Like staying alive
Like a union of crows
Their funds bled .
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