Scumbag Blues - Them Crooked Vultures

Innocence has no resistance

Against a wicked counselor such as I

You won’t make it out

You won’t make it out

Shall I lead you to my parlor?

Poison offers disguised in just your size

You won’t make it out

You won’t make it out

You may think me altruistic

Feel my dark hypnosis closing in

You won’t make it out

You won’t make it out

Then you grow cold, cold

As I stare

As if no, none

Could compare

But you don’t know

How close, to ensnare

When I control

You will despair

You won’t make it out

You won’t make it out

Sycophancy, solipsistic

Spider plays the fool to lure the fly

You won’t make it out

You won’t make it out

Then you grow cold, cold

As I stare

As if no, none

Could compare

But you don’t know

How close, to ensnare

When I control

You will despair