Just the song. As usual, no ownership, no rights. God help us all.it was sunday mornin and I found myself alonewalkin through the desert with a crowI took me a shovel and I dug myself a holewalkin through the desert with a crowat times I thought that I would diebut I left those days somewhere behindtheres only so much a man can takebefore he knowshe knows hes gonna breakcuz a mans gotta take what he can takewhen hes got one foot down in the graveyou never know where the road is gonna endsometimes I think this birdthis birds my only friendchorus:walkin through the desert with a crowI murdered my past life and I covered up its boneswalkin through the desert with a crowI gathered my possessions and I took out on the roadwalkin through the desert with a crowtheres been nights I drank myself to sleepI lay my head on nails with bottles at my feetwhen I awoke I thought I was freebut there hed bethat bird that follows mea man aint meant to be alonewith demons scratching at his soulif I had wings Id probably flyif I had tears I knowId probably cry