Noir Corbeau

Gigin' alone at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint - All he
Needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat

A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption
Provides him with his rent
Room and board inside
A fifth
Of comfort

As the wind penetrates his bones
His mind keeps focused
Tidal waves of sound
Catapulted from his horn
Wail like lovers

The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows real-
-izing a zenith
He's reached perfection
No one did see him die

Scavenger type - NOFX