"there´s a black bird perched outside my window
I hear him calling, I hear him sing
he burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
he sees all my sins, he reads my soul
one day that bird he spoke to me, like Martin Luther, like pericles
come join the murder, come fly with black
we´ll give you freedom, from the human tap
come join the murder, soar on my wings
you´ll touch the hand of god
and he´ll make you king..."
The white buffalo - Come join the murder (no he podido resistirme)