Kill The Vultures - Walk On Water | Текст песни

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• Kill The Vultures
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Reverend revivalists

pull them out of mishaps

as long as the (rider?) fits you're sure to hear the whip crack

thank the lepers with colonial feathers

tell the sharp knife jackson, the winter got weather

Never talk to the lost folks who talk to the air

with machines in their ear, but really nobody's there

keep your john hancock off faulty peace treaties

many colonel Chivingtons like (to?) Harry Houdini

Off the record your old man's running on static

Sometimes my flesh lets chemicals have at it

You wouldn't believe the waters people have walked

some sank, some drank dark oceans they crossed

It is not our nature to nurture the vapors

of the savior who promises land for our labors

put your best foot forward when you walk across the border

either came cuz voices told you to or cuz you flipped a quarter

landed heads up, hit the highway, the holy ribbon, only given is the dead trucks litted with lonely women,

smokey vision blurs, tears come,

(shakin' like?) somethin' fearsome

reminds me of another life when I was 20 years young

peering out Venition blinds,

don't let me be the crime, if I don't see it fine, I'll lean behind

a drugstore piece of mind

man they don't know y'all from a South Dakota landscape

Bullet-proof glass and intercoms separate that handshake

can't escape but drifter's dust is his to carry

'bituary collumn's nuthin but a rustic vision (?)

military tags and medicine bags hold the offering

the doctor brings amphetamine drags to slow you properly

I tell my children they can walk on water,

Our folks prefer walking on fire, for(fire-water?) now

I tell my children they can walk on water,

smooth talkers always tend to lead the lambs to the slaughter

I tell my children they can walk on water,

Our folks prefer walking on fire, for fire-water now

I tell my children they can walk on water,

watch the hand they keep hidden when they makin an offer

Now the trigger men-tally roman numerals mark

while the bagpipes blow, police funerals march

but it's just another story on the cold observatory

heard the prisoner bangin rocks produced a beautiful spark

I tell my children they can walk on water,

Our folk prefer walking on water, for fire-water now

I tell my children they can walk on water,

Watch the hand they keep hidden when they makin an offer