The Vulture’s Eye

I killed a man, I’ll tell you why
I didn’t like his vulture’s eye
Stalking me like I was prey
I always had to look away

I did not kill him for his gold
His eye would make my blood run cold
It wasn’t him that had to die
It had to be his vulture’s eye

The vulture’s eye would never blink
To torment me sometimes it winked
I felt it follow me around
I faced it once, it stared me down

I’m not mad, how could I be?
I planned it all so perfectly
It was the work of a brilliant mind
That vulture’s eye I made go blind

I staked him out for seven nights
With a sliver from my lantern light
That vulture’s eye was always closed
So I waited ’til it was exposed

I killed the eye, cut off its head
Its arms & legs, when it was dead
I stuffed it underneath the floor
It can’t look at me anymore

I’m not mad, it’s just the sound
Of a suffocated heart that pounds
Don’t you hear it pounding too?
Isn’t it too loud for you?

I’m not mad, how could I be?
I planned it all so perfectly
It was the work of a brilliant mind
That vulture’s eye, I made it go blind

I loved the man who had to die
I really, truly loved the guy
Never had a harsh word, never told a lie
I just couldn’t stand that vulture’s eye

The vulture’s eye was a beady little eye
It was always dry, it never would cry
I kind of miss the poor old guy
But it had to die, and I’ve told you why

I’m not mad, how could I be?
I planned it all so perfectly
You ask if I’m the crazy one
Didn’t I do what you would’ve done?