We have an ongoing series here about reading too much into lyrics. It used to be about taking older songs and making them hypersexualized. Take a look at the Chatanooga Choo Choo and Java Jive by Manhattan Transfer.

This time I have decided to take a song about a parent who lost a child and turn into a song about homosexuality between two NAMBLA members. This round we take on Shinedown's The Crow and the Butterfly. I must remind you, the lyrics don't have this sexual innuendo and the intention of Brent Smith was not to write a song about NAMBLA members, but lyrics are subjective and you can read what you want into them.

Here is the song, if you wish to listen along with the lyrics.



I painted your room at midnight [sexual midnight rendezvous]
So I'd know yesterday was over [you left me because I have old balls]
I put all your books on the top shelf [toys, lube, condoms had to be stowed]
Even the one with the four leaf clover [even the green four headed dildo]

Man, I'm getting older [you moved on because I was an old man and you were a young twink]
I took all your pictures off the wall [or computer]
And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket [sent the naked pictures to the recycling bin]
I haven't slept in what seems like a century [because he hasn't had good sex since you]
And now I can barely breathe [without cock in my mouth]

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly [an old man chasing a young twink]
Dandelions lost in the summer skies [I took your virginity]
When you and I were getting high as outer space [thanks to poppers]
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late

Your words still serenade me [young tight body and long slender penis]
Your lullabies won't let me sleep [can't sleep without tasting you]
I've never heard such a haunting melody [your body still gets me hard]
Oh, it's killing me [I need you back]
You know I can barely breathe