It was 1967, I was watching a TV show   When the glowing screen went blank   I looked out of my window   I saw 27 crows perched on my antenna   In the glass a familiar face appeared   A man whose name I don't remember      Now mother's milk is dandy   When you're a little baby   But as the wheels of time grind you down   You get a taste for that stranger candy      Back in December of 81   I saw my dear old friend John   Fall down drunk at the Christmas parade   With his children looking on      His wife she'd lost her mind   She was committed for a time   She took refuge when they set her free   In some weird eastern philosophy      Yeah, that mother's milk is dandy   When you're a little baby   But as the wheels of time grind you down   You get a taste for stranger candy      This life they say is hard   But still it's all you know   You can close your eyes and try to run away   But pray, where will you go?      Yeah, life is all you know   Death is dark and strange   It's the near and worrisome voice you hear   Forever calling out your name      As I was walking down the street   Last week in Portland Oregon   I found the last of many keys I lost   I picked it up and I grinned      'Cause sometimes them crows take flight   And if you can shoo em from your brain   You will find yourself in the nick of time   Calling the devil by his name   Calling the devil by his name      Yeah, mother's milk is dandy   When you're a little baby   But as the wheels of time grind you down   You get a taste, just a little taste for that stranger candy