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Black Crowes: Live in Moscow (The Black Crowes) · Soul Singin': The Best of the Black Crowes (The Black Crowes) · Roots of the Black Crowes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [Empress] (Victor Silvester) · Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [ASV/Living Era] (Victor Silvester) · The Lost Crowes (The Black Crowes) · The Lost Crowes (The Black Crowes) · Black Hair Black Eyes Black Suit (Hugh Cornwell) · Black on Black: A Tribute to Black Flag [2006] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Living Sea [Featuring the Music of Sting] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


he lays me down
run his foul black body through
cleave him all asunder

Think your women, won't you boys,
think your mother growing old
think
and stings like a bee
Mohammed, the black superman
Who calls to the other guy I'm Ali catch me if you can

Sing, Muhammad, Muhammad Ali
He floats like
Hey there girl
Summer girl
Suicidal
Beautiful

I can see
Death in me
Death in you
Love is good

Shine on me
Shine on everyone
Black is
and stings like a bee
Mohammed, the black superman
Who calls to the other guy I'm Ali catch me if you can
Sing, Muhammad, Muhammad Ali
He floats like
locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe   
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out
the bee stings

Your friends are calling me
And asking me to do some silly things
I honestly haven't slept a wink in a week
What can I do?
Tonight I
of his sting
The unholiest of kings
The Black Widow

Our minds will be his toy
And every girl and boy
Will learn to be employed by
The Black Widow
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me 
Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. 

Will it be poison put in my glass 
Will it be slow or will it be
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me 
Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. 

Will it be poison put in my glass 
Will it be slow or will it be
Mother crow
Feels no pain
Speaks no word

Speckled egg
Hatching slow
Bible black
Baby bird

One day
Fly over me

Placed you in
Flannel
Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.

Will it be poison put in my glass
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.

Will it be poison put in my glass
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
You shook at me ya scared like a woman shivering nervously
Unprepared quivering pervertadly like a nun scared gettin fucked by a Satanic priest in
From the foggy woggy banks 
Of the Limpopo River, 
There come the sounds of 
Female ecstasy (I shiver), 
Wet and wanton, their cries 
Caress by
can't be reached
Choking on fear that stings like bleach

Gimme the real thing
Gimme the life
Give me something deep
Something straight
Like
that you beat it
Sore seven by the way by the way I run

Black hog, black hog

[Chorus]

Black hog, black hog

To the moon honey, to the stars
Sweet, sweet sticky thing
Sweet, sweet sticky thing
Sweet, sweet sticky thing
Sweet, sweet sticky thing

Every time that you walk by
You really leave me
Dancin'
(Lord, keep your hand off me)
Dancin' with Mr. D, with Mr. D, with Mr. D

Will it be poison, I put in my glass
Will it be slow or will it be
That's black?
Whattup God?
Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?
Oh shit! Yo!
Hold the fuck up

Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)
When I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my
When I get home it`s late at night,
I`m black and bloody from my life,
I haven`t time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my
As I recklessly abandon all attachments to me
I touch the sun while you touch the rain

Where is the sting?
Where are the fangs that haunted me
Lost my watch, watch and chain
But time's not lost
This time we walk together beside the slow black river

Water-walking over mud 
You whisper
grand"

Slow change
Don't mean nothing to me

Black cat
Squashed flat, pretty gory

Came to play
Swept away, no big story

May be down
Still
what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo,