Vultures

Lyrics
You'll find the cross only fits When your hands and feet are nailed to it "Can we get a picture with the pauper And another with the prince?" Ma'am, He's got your daughter wrapped in his fist To the boys and girls He's alabaster But to his brothers, just another bastard With a story about a girl; enough to make you sick And how she made him king of her gracious hips She's found a way to crown his fingertips Let's show them where the bad ones go Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose Let's show them where the bad ones go Color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones Wake all the children from their sleep He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap What lives below? He wouldn't know So let's tell them where the bad ones go... You curse the tail between your legs; Blue faced and black jawed Your innocent eyes rotted from your bedroom in the night A lesson from the learned: If your skin won't fit Don't seal your soul just yet If the herd is the temptation that the faithless can't evade "We ate all forbidden grapes and retreated to the vineyard To the void in which we dwell With a tortured youth and heartaches we'll sell I'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell." You'll go down in history With notebooks, pens, and melodies But you're running from all of us You're running from all of us You're running from all your love
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Credits
- Writers
- Ryan Hunter
- Brian Byrne