Spare Parts - Kill the Vultures

On the banks of the river where its rank make you shiver when you see what

washes up another unidentified figure/ Go figure that n' slither back

To where the hell that you came from then try to picture blacked out

backgrounds Stackhouse burned down/ Turn ‘round

Daddy needs a new pair of shoes and a new paramedic for this bruise scared

pathetic from the news/ who’s that

Looking in my mirror/ close your eyes, hold your breath and he won’t hear ya

The dead take a few steps nearer to the animated afterlife

They bled their sacrifice while alley cats

Round up scraps of dead rats n' pass the dice;

disaster strikes

Have a nice never no more/ tonight’s the night the light severs cold wars

Like staletto’s so pure

Rollin' with a stolen cart hold my cards heavy cause I know them sharks in the

oceans dark

Waiting for some fresh meat to pull apart

Watching the souls depart from the old folks home to children on the boulevard

nothing but new bones to scar/ Face down, get down they

Race ‘round the playground like greyhounds how you keep ‘em safe and sound?

The day drowns in bulletspray sounds/ Walking on needles, pins

Syringe for the ego’s end/ you don’t need no friends/ I watch evil sins blend

with the people’s trends/ The heat rolls in

Ain’t a goddamn thing you can do about once it get in/ better make it your best

friend

You rock a shit-eating grin

Now what’s so funny ‘bout a man that gotta choose between what’s right and

money?

Go hug tight your honey/ up-right and grumpy

Bloodtype is touchy nocturnal up nights avoid sunlight I’m hungry so I’m hunting

One thing done lead to a big

Brickwall fuck a pitfall how’m I gonna get stuck and sit stalled with nothing

but a rickshaw

Five wooden nickels in my tip jar

They throw me change for banging on a guitar while rollin' by in big cars/ they

must think that its hard/ But its no harder than

Rats chasin' cheddar with go getter’s who know better n' roll clever go stroke

the gold lever

Might hit the jackpot but

Most likely I’m a see you back on the blacktop thinking you never seen a

sweeter thing than asphault/ That’s all fine

If you don’t mind walking a line between visionary and blind man holding up

signs

That’s not the wind blowin' you down

And out, you down the line/ you bound to find what they diggin' out down in the

mines

Come rain, come shine, come hell or highwater

I think I oughta but they tell me why bother/ might find me when the tide wash

up

Can’t think straight

Walk with a heavy heavy heart

Broke with the same old spare parts