Vultures
(专辑: Bang! Pow! Boom! - 2009)
You wait for death to happen You loot the
bloody wrecks you con the
elderly feeblos up out they pension checks Up out they penchant checks You kick em when they down You tell them God is coming You work the
lowly souls Eight-hundred numbers running You sell what you repossess You clean them out they nest You wait for them to try to rest Then yank it out they chest You sell them medicine You make them think they need You come around the
flowers But you's a
dirty weed Like serpents and snakes They rattle and bite Whatever it takes They get what they like Always they fake And know it ain't right Your money, they make it Then gone in the
night And make no mistake They do got a
heart It's blacker than coal And hard as a
rock Don't quiver or shake When they take and part And breaking apart Who swim with the
sharks Pick at the
eyes, pick at the
brain Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture Pick at the
heart, pick at the
soul Pick em and drag em down into your hole Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture You cut the
fingers off If there's a
ring still on em Even if they come in cursed You still want em You promised big things Is headed for next year But then you disappear As soon as the
checks clear You lash out at the
poor And tell em to give you more Sell everything off for the
church Sleep on the
floor You point the
juiciest necks Out to all the
vampires But lurking in the
dark You might get bit by spiders Lizards and bugs Flies and mosquitoes Hookers with drugs And dirty ass needles Alleyway cats Possums and rats Killers with gats Attacking with bats They scums, bums As anything comes and goes They pimps With tons of hoes Dirty like all of those I
suppose Cuz wicked's the
way that they chose Pick at the
eyes, pick at the
brain Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture Pick at the
heart, pick at the
soul Pick em and drag em down into your hole Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture Go away doc Leave him alone When will he die? I'll be at home Who gets his car? Who gets the
crib? Those are his pills? I'm popping the
lid I
give him a
week What do I
get? Put me in his will He's moving again Sign it like him Cut off that beep There go his morphine That shit is sweet Give me a
hit The
preacher called He's trying to get paid Who's feeding his dog? Fuck that dog It's beeping again Ohh, that morphine's kicking in What about his money He wants the
church to have it How long till he dies Let's check his wallet Let's pull the
plug Do you think he can hear? He's fucking dying He doesn't care Like serpents and snakes They rattle and bite Whatever it takes They get what they like And they gonna hide And they gonna run But they're gonna suffer Some Carnival fun And make no mistake They do got a
heart It's blacker than coal And hard as a
rock They gonna visit The
Carnival grounds And they gonna perish We promise you now Pick at the
eyes, pick at the
brain Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture Pick at the
heart, pick at the
soul Pick em and drag em down into your hole Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture Pick at the
eyes, pick at the
brain Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture Pick at the
heart, pick at the
soul Pick em and drag em down into your hole Cuz you's a
vulture A
wicked vulture