Legs of a God head of a man Eyes on the camera, shaking everyone's hands Vultures circle and smack their lips The sky goes black as the lightening rips
't mind where you are, 'cause you know where you've been Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor Like a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore
And sets out to slay with his rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms That is, so I've heard it said And on a dark, cold night
The human heartstrings bend and break Vultures with human eyes Can you feel them circling? Prey on tender moments The failures of purest dream Our
the liars son Pathetic old reasons A world in fear Man myth & magic Glory be unto ye The suffering won't ease On high within a dream A world of games
field for dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity Somebody got murdered on
I walked on dusty roads On burning lands The wind picked up my sigh The dust swallowed up my steps Dark changed the light The sky wasn't blue longer
would be baptized or banished In my dream I woke up in Jamaica speakin Spanish The night the earth cried when the good ship arrived Blood on the shores
, thirsty prowest Catchin' court cases, pay for your legal aid Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that Invest third place on my best sold rap On
' you loose Look, I used to dream of just bein wit'chu Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu On the block on the scene wit'chu And the most
taken in this time You might just get out alive if you're lucky All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch Are looking in on you and they're hungry
doves and the angels return to their graves With flames on their pestilent wings While mushroom clouds haunt their virgin white skies To rape their Utopian dreams
" That's when the vulture devoured If I was President I'd get elected on Friday Assassinated on Saturday Buried on Sunday They go back to work on Monday
underground, like subways, so I can stay on track I'm not a carpenter, but I'll cut the rug Think you can hang with Ak? Ha, that's your brain on drugs
your man like a real queen should That's why now I got you livin' your dream As a beautiful wisdom, a part of my team And as long as I live on this earth
to wonder Yeah, on this rolling home Time goes by so slow I'd get off but it's my rolling home On this rolling home On this rolling home On this rolling
market steal. While the long haired hippie deadhead on the corner makes a deal. Small town girl with starry eyes, desperate for a break. Vicious slick tongue vultures