Lyrics:

Flapping ragged wings over pawns and kings,
There is often much talk of the fortune it brings.
Each belabored stroke brings out a broken croak.
It delivers its doom to all manner of folk.

No way to ward it off, just pray it stays aloft.
Well, it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft.
Beware the jagged beak of which they fear to speak.
Never think you're exempt from the tribute it seeks.

And if you hear that crooked bird, just close your shutters tight.
Heed the warning written here and live to see the light.
If you look into the sky and catch its eye…

No way to ward it off, just pray it stays aloft.
Well, it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft.
Beware the jagged beak of which they fear to speak.
And never think you're exempt from the tribute it seeks.

And if you hear that crooked bird, just close your shutters tight.
Heed the warning written here and live to see the light.
If you look into the sky and catch its eye,
It will alight!

And if you hear that crooked bird, just close your shutters tight.
Heed the warning written here and live to see the light.
If you look into the sky and catch its eye,
It will alight!