Those Poor Bastards - Dead Meat | Текст песни

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Lovin’ you should always be a crime
Time is all I got just stacks of time
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Do angels live on clouds up in the sky?
If so papa why oh papa why?
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Every day’s the same
Every day’s the same

See the moths I’ve gathered in this case
The slime you leave behind can’t be erased
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Frogs are climbing up the yellow door
I never was afraid of you before
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Vultures are circling ‘round and around
Like I’m a piece of dead meat

Every day’s the same
Every day’s the same
Every day’s the same
Every day’s the same

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