A Crow's Trial

Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms
 In my dimly lit, moonlit motel
 The turtles are dancing with raccoons
 A zombie joins, but gets a firm "No, thank you"
 The mannequin's calling for a taxi
 With a fee of 20 thousand yen
 A familiar voice cries out to me
 A feathered creature I have never seen
 The crow offers me a smoke
 He says, "It'll take you for a joyride"
 No, sir, I think I'd rather choke
 Oh, I'll be fine
 You're in a web of lies
 On a busy street, you'll see the city folk
 Run at the mercy of the singing crows
 The raven ponders if he enjoys the gore
 While he takes the frontal lobe and eats some more
 Little miss, don't sit, come join the fun
 We've only got 12 hours 'til the party's done
 Paramnesia rules this world
 So fake a smile
 Take a shot, some Scotch
 And wait until your trial
 Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms
 Sticking fliers on their solid head
 The turtles are eating the raccoons
 A zombie sits alone and cries, "I hate you"
 The mannequin's calling for a taxi
 For a crow who knows we have a deal
 A familiar voice cries out to me
 A feathered creature, and he's come to see me
 The crow offers me a smoke
 He says, "It'll help you kill the third eye"
 My, my, you think this is a joke?
 I swear, it's fine
 He's in a web of lies
 The clocks take shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky
 They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die
 The devil's work life, suffice to say, is comedy at best
 He wonders if there will come a time when he can leave the nest
 In a burning town around Inferno's court
 The crows are laughing with a glass of port
 The woman ponders if she enjoys the gore
 Still she takes the devil's heart and eats some more
 Little miss, this isn't the deal we had
 Oh, did I mess it up? I guess it's just too bad
 Paramnesia rules this world
 So fake a smile
 Take a chill, some Scotch
 I'll see you at your trial