Vultures

You'll find the cross only fits
When your hands and feet are nailed to it
"Can we get a picture with the pauper
And another with the prince?"
Ma'am, He's got your daughter wrapped in his fist

To the boys and girls
He's alabaster
But to his brothers, just another bastard
With a story about a girl; enough to make you sick
And how she made him king of her gracious hips
She's found a way to crown his fingertips

Let's show them where the bad ones go
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose
Let's show them where the bad ones go
Color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones

Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap
What lives below? He wouldn't know
So let's tell them where the bad ones go...

You curse the tail between your legs;
Blue faced and black jawed
Your innocent eyes rotted from your bedroom in the night
A lesson from the learned:
If your skin won't fit
Don't seal your soul just yet

If the herd is the temptation that the faithless can't evade
"We ate all forbidden grapes and retreated to the vineyard
To the void in which we dwell
With a tortured youth and heartaches we'll sell
I'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell."

You'll go down in history
With notebooks, pens, and melodies
But you're running from all of us
You're running from all of us
You're running from all your love