Lyrics:

The year of the crow, the year of our disgrace
I am tucked up here in the shadow of the cross
With my ear muffs, with my quilt and palliase
(The Marlboro man)
(The year of the crow)
Jink-jink
The Marlboro man
Jink-jink
The Marlboro man
The Marlboro man
This tower was raised in the year blank-blank
The year of the crow, the year of our disgrace
I am tucked up here in the shadow of the cross
With my ear muffs, with my quilt and palliase
Kneeling up but looking down
Like a man at prayer
The Marlboro man
I'm more than content in my snuggery
The Marlboro man
Over there...
Over there by my friend the Marlboro man
Is where I would sit with my morning coffee
Arno's place
Its pinball machine, its jukebox
The girl with Madonnas face - until she showed her teeth
I would tilt my chair to the wall