After Come Sunday by Mahalia Jackson
 
We woke up this Sunday morning 
with the crows inside our heads.
Yes, we woke up this Sunday morning 
with the crows pecking at our beds.
Outside and inside this morning,
they forage for our dead.
 
And Ryan’s gotta tin can,
gonna twist it to a blade.
Our Ryan’s gonna kill a man,
cos his debts have to be paid.
The Bishops took the cornered Pawn.
That's when the deal was made.
 
Help! The cleaner’s singing Jesus, 
Look down and see my people through.
Haha! Mahalia’s bringing Jesus,
Look down and see my people through.
Those crows have scattered as if pages,
into the turncoat greying blue.