Raven - Slade

Tell Raven that it’s fatal, chasing everything that glitters

Colour breeds a shadow, he doesn’t miss a single thing

Gold and silver party stone, never leaves a thing alone

Bound to win every hour.

Flies to his lofty tower

Storing the spoils of the fruits of his toils

He did well on the side of the roundabout flying

Often you’ll see the Raven, flapping wings and calling loudly

Doesn’t care what others feel, thinks he has the right to steal

Gold and silver party stone, never leaves a thing alone

Bound to win every hour.

Flies to his lofty tower

Storing the spoils of the fruits of his toils

He did well on the side of the roundabout flying