Dr.watson, I Presume Lyrics - National Ransom - Elvis Costello

I sat in a motel room with the doctor 

Just before we were supposed to sing 

He said regarding this guardian wing 

This black and clipped misshapen thing 

Hobbling on from claw to ring 

Hung upside down and cawing 

Pecking at carrion of the fallen 

Battalion 

Thawing 

On frozen mooring 

Blackbird in a crust no more 

They fell down 4 and 20 

Bloodstained the land of want and plenty 

Now raven standing at his shoulder 

Stared with eyes of molten solder 

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Dripping on a lacquer box 

Introducing keys to locks 

Seven talents there where hidden 

Mysterious and some forbidden 

Take the honey from the comb 

Ravel thread around the loom 

Dig the dirt up from the tomb 

Dr. Watson, I presume 

One will follow 

Two unknown sorrow 

Three for laughter 

Four ever after 

Five-foot flood when the waters hit 

Six feet deep, the eternal pit 

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To eight imagined deities 

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Cat of nine lives 

Brides turned into old wives tales 

Your complexion colours then it pales 

And into the sunset it sails 

Soon these secrets will be scattered 

Heaven knows what lies inside 

It took a moment to discover 

A lifetime to decide 

Take the honey from the comb 

Ravel thread around the loom 

Dig the dirt up from the tomb 

Dr. Watson, I presume