Buzzard

A buzzard is a bird that claws at your bones
And when you're trying to sleep he never leaves you alone
He's an asshole
And I feel like a buzzard when I give you a call
And dig up all the things that we buried all so long ago

I love you and I don't know why
Cause it makes me want to die
If it's over, then I, I, I should say goodbye

Goddamn my soul to California
I'm probably gonna wake up with lymphoma
Put me on a train going West and I won't blame you if you don't cry
Goddamn my soul to California
I'm probably gonna wake up with lymphoma
Put me on a train going West and I won't blame you

When a buzzard gets lost, he circles around
And drags his shadow down on over your warm soft body
He lands with his head cocked to one side
He studies your heart and he studies your eyes
And he says, hey, that's alright

Goddamn my soul to California
I'm probably gonna wake up with lymphoma
Put me on a train going West and I won't blame you if you don't cry
Goddamn my soul to California
Although it was really nice to know you
I sold your soul to rock and roll and now I hate you

She takes all she can from me
I'll just stick around and bleed

Goddamn my soul to California
I'm probably gonna wake up with lymphoma
Put me on a train going West and I won't blame you if you don't cry
Goddamn my soul to California
I'm probably gonna wake up with lymphoma
Put me on a train going West and I won't blame you



Credits
Writer(s): John Carmitchel
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