Dangerous Like a Murder Mystery

I'll sing a song in a minor key

It'll be dangerous like a murder mystery

They's gonna be blood and black eyed crows

They's gonna be folks hiding in the corn rows

There'll be dark hymns sung through the night

There'll be fear, but there might be light.

They clawed them bones 

and gathered stones

and walked in Wild Dark Woods

They wandered strange

like a hurricane 

like half-drunk weightless Druids

And when the nightwoods

opened up

they crossed a hidden door

And those wondrous 

watchful wand'rers

went out a-wandering

wandering forevermore...