Walk on Water

Album cover art for "Walk on Water" by Kill The Vultures

Kill The Vultures - Rap, Punk Rock

Walk on Water

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Reverend Revivalist pulls 'em out they mishaps As long as the bridle fits you're sure to hear the whip crack Thank the lepers with colonial feathers Tell Sharp Knife Jackson the winter got weathered Never walk with the lost folks that talk to the air With machines to their ears; but really, nobody's there Keep your John Hancock off faulty peace treaties Many Colonel Chivington's who like to Harry Houdini Off the record, your old man's running on static Sometimes my flesh just lets the chemicals have at it You wouldn't believe waters that your people have walked Some sank, some drank the dark oceans they crossed It is not our nature to nurture the vapors Of a savior who promises land for our labor Put your best foot forward when you walk across the border Either came 'cause voices told you to or 'cause you flipped a quarter Landed heads-up/ hit the highway, the holy ribbon Only given is the dead trucks littered with lonely women Smokey vision blurs-tears come/ shaking me something fearsome Reminds me of another life when I was twenty years young Peering out Venetian blinds/ don't let me be the crime If I don't see it, fine/ I'll lean behind a drug store peace of mind Man, they don't know you from a South Dakota landscape Bulletproof glass and intercoms separate that handshake Can't escape a drifter's dust is his to carry 'bituary columns nothing but a rustic vision buried Military tags in medicine bags hold the offering The doctor brings amphetamine drags to slow you properly Chorus: I'll tell my children they can walk on water Our folks are all walking on fire for fire water I'll tell my children they can walk on water Smooth-talkers always tend to lead the lamb to the slaughter I'll tell my children they can walk on water Our folks are all walking on fire for fire water I'll tell my children they can walk on water Watch the hand they keep hidden when they're making an offer Now the triggermen tally roman numeral marks While the bagpipes blow, police funerals march But its just another story from the cold observatory Heard the prisoner bangin' rocks produced a beautiful spark Chorus

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  • Crescent Moon