Dead Meat - Those Poor Bastards

Lovin' you should always be a crime

Time is all I got just stacks of time

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Do angels live on clouds up in the sky?

If so papa why oh papa why?

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Every day’s the same

Every day’s the same

See the moths I’ve gathered in this case

The slime you leave behind can’t be erased

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Frogs are climbing up the yellow door

I never was afraid of you before

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Vultures are circling 'round and around

Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Every day’s the same

Every day’s the same

Every day’s the same

Every day’s the same