Perhaps Now The Vultures

Shot down from the rafters
And off to ever after
Consider this a failure
So be it, urchin's promise
The curse is working
The trail of bodies
That leaves no suspect
What did you expect?

And get it
Get it here
Get it now

The news is not worthy
Don't even look
You're cornered into thinking
Invited to the lynching

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I'll shoot the arrow straight up
I'll frame your holy mugshot
Add insult to buckshot
And then I'll drink with glycerol frog-eye
Yeah, she can tell you every detail



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Pollard
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