Vulture

Well theirs a sick sick feeling in the pit of my brain
And drinking bourbon and orange will not heal the pain
And there is a one armed man beating on his wife
It's the end of the road, the end of this life
My eyes are like egg yokes give them a poke
It doesn't matter anymore if a swallow or if I choke
I got a pill as big as a potato sack
I take a bite and the damn thing grows right back

It's not the booze and pills that changed him from what he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does or maybe it's the

When I am under the knife I tender believe every word
And I wanna be devoured by that great speckled bird
Says in this book right here my soul's been saved
Won't stop the armadillos from plundering my grave

It's not the booze and pills that changed him from he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does
No it's not the booze and pills that changed him from what he was
Maybe he was born to do the evil that he does or maybe it's the
Maybe it's the
Maybe it's the