Crows and Roaches by Cottonwood Cutups Lyrics

When the crows and roaches, Do inherit the earth
My form be in a box, Six feet under dirt
Although its course, May change many times
You’ll find my haunt, Where the river winds

Don’t want to say goodbye…

A millennium may pass, And still a millennium more
The pit will remain, hot to the core
The smell of wet cedar And the silence of smoke
Winged termites dancing, To the echoes of folk

Don’t want to say goodbye

The moon’s always hiding, cause the owl’s awake
Rain becomes showers, And showers a lake
But nothing can drench, The old camp fires flame
In the forest from where ,the sweet music came

Don’t want to say goodbye
But forms will still play, Imaginary line
Tossed in the air, Then for water’s collid
Stone upon stone, on a sandy bed
This is where I’ll be, after i'm dead