God's Jewelry - Kill the Vultures

Pull the stones out your pockets

Slide your money ‘cross the table

What you doing dancing with cement shoes

You’re bound to lose

Found a fuse so i lit it

Then i hid it

Then i wondered why i did it

What have i committed

Feeling parasitic

Bear witness to a perfect crime

Criminal the prime time

I’m blind, blind side

My, my the time flies

Wise eyes would never look twice into the paradise

You did it once it spared your life

Don’t try again, it’s theirs tonight

Damn i’m getting old

There’s creaking in my bones

I feel the frozen air leaking in my home

Feed the coals

Felt the soles of my feet

Walk on graveyards and souls in the street

It’s just gon' repeat

It’s just gon' repeat

Rob me of what’s mine, sell it on a bus line

Sew my thick lips closed and tell me it’s just fine

Thumbs up, dumbstruck, hit me with the raw deal uncut

All night and can’t tell the sun’s up

Two ton truck walks into a bar, orders a gallon of gas

A rag, a match, a spark

It’s too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?

Soon you’ll see us light the sky up, like god’s jewelry

Bang, bang, bang

That’s the sound of the chain gang

Sound of the same pains suffered just to maintain

Preach the sermon

Teach peace and speak with purpose

But behind the curtains you speak cheap

And sleep with servants

Secret service, it’s better that you didn’t know

The kisses blown fell short and wound up on the kitchen floor

Vision slow, mugging hazy individuals

All eyes on me, they should be out there skipping stones

Listen close, I promised you a pulse

D to the O to the A is the result

You wanna shock me then turn up the volts

Don’t try to give me the ghost, it’s clear you need it the most

Let’s see what fate has to offer, roll the dice

Don’t give a drowning man a glass of water

Pass the coffers

Now fill ‘em with the ashes of propaganda’s authors

The newsprint imposters, witch doctors

The empty rhetoric bottom-feeder sediment believers

Playing broken trumpets just to be heard

Bang, bang, bang, that’s the same thing playing

Let the broken record skip just to maintain-tain

It’s too dark these days, wouldn’t you agree?

Soon you’ll see us light the sky up, like god’s jewelry