Cemetery Stroll - Kill the Vultures

I cannot belong to people, places

Garbage bought and sold for sacred

Cases in the windows graced with

Wasted moments, belly-aching

Count your praises, frame your favourites

Handshake only after payment

You better give that bloodbank every drop of what they want

Unless you want a morning mashup

Or a Kansas City stomp

I owe my only hope to the clay of county breakdowns

Children chase my hubcaps like mudflaps when I make rounds, so

Round and round, I almost drown

A landlocked life for me

Keep your drunken fathers out at sea, out at sea

Keep your drunken fathers out at sea

A landlocked life

That’s the life for me

A sunny cemetery stroll across the prairie folds

The sky forgives all anger, with a sun that barely holds

Corroded names with numbers near 'em

They once meant something special

Ants crawl in and out of rotting roses, pulling off the petals

War medals look like the loose change disaster on the counter

That we used to feed addiction of war heroes we amount to

$ 2.53's your total, keep the pennies, please

And keep your drunken fathers out at sea, out at sea

They’re sending messages in red smoke out across the hills

We sit and watch the skeptics polish up their living wheels

It feels surreal, kinda sleazy, maybe hopeless

As the leaders drown and spend their final words on how the boats flipped

Keep your drunken fathers out at sea, out at sea

Keep your drunken fathers out at sea

A landlocked life

That’s the life for me