I scream for peace from the clutches of the street
Now who do you think that you're saving
From the gust of glow of my heart will flow
But my love is like the raven
Now bitter past could try to unmask
The [bad word] four words you've been saying
The brithis class will devide your tasks
But my love is like the raven
So gather your boys and hold on
This ain't the place to be harmed
Oh, no no no no
So gather your boys and hold on
This ain't the place to be harmed
Oh, no no no no
For it's the rattle and [bad word] over
If the hands that strive and the darkest lie
Could write down the words their exchanging
Then my ring neck may bring the death
But my love is still the raven
No bitter fling could force you to begin
The [bad word] four lie you've been craving
BUt they stand as ghost on the wit [bad word] coast
And fly just like raven
So gather your boys and hold on
This ain't the place to be harmed
Oh, no no no no
So gather your boys and hold on
This ain't the place to be harmed
Oh, no no no no
For it's the rattle and [bad word] over
For it's the rattle and roll