Vultures

You wait for death to happen
 You loot the bloody wrecks
 You kindly (amble the feebelos?)
 Up out they penchant checks
 You kick em when they down
 You tell them God is coming
 You work the lowly souls
 Eight-hundred numbers running
 You sell what you repossess
 You clean them out they nest
 You wait for them to try to rest
 Then yank it out they chest
 You sell them medicine
 You make them think they need
 You come around the flowers
 But you's a dirty weed
 Like serpents and snakes
 They rattle and bite
 Whatever it takes
 They get what they like
 Always they fake
 And know it ain't right
 Your money, they make it
 Then gone in the night
 And make no mistake
 They do got a heart
 It's blacker than coal
 And hard as a rock
 Don't quiver or shake
 When they take and part
 And breaking apart
 Who swim with the sharks
 Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
 Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
 Pick em and drag em down into your hole
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 You cut the fingers off
 If there's a ring still on em
 Even if they come in cursed
 You still want em
 You promised big things
 Is headed for next year
 But then you disappear
 As soon as the checks clear
 You lash out at the poor
 And tell em to give you more
 Sell everything off for the church
 Sleep on the floor
 You point the juiciest necks
 Out to all the vampires
 But lurking in the dark
 You might get bit by spiders
 Lizards and bugs
 Flies and mosquitoes
 Hookers with drugs
 And dirty ass needles
 Alleyway cats
 Possums and rats
 Killers with gats
 Attacking with bats
 They scums, bums
 As anything comes and goes
 They pimps
 With tons of hoes
 Dirty like all of those
 I suppose
 Cuz wicked's the way that they chose
 Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
 Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
 Pick em and drag em down into your hole
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 Go away doc
 Leave him alone
 When will he die?
 I'll be at home
 Who gets his car?
 Who gets the crib?
 Those are his pills?
 I'm popping the lid
 I give him a week
 What do I get?
 Put me in his will
 He's moving again
 Sign it like him
 Cut off that beep
 There go his morphine
 That shit is sweet
 Give me a hit
 The preacher called
 He's trying to get paid
 Who's feeding his dog?
 Fuck that dog
 It's beeping again
 Ohh, that morphine's kicking in
 What about his money
 He wants the church to have it
 How long till he dies
 Let's check his wallet
 Let's pull the plug
 Do you think he can hear?
 He's fucking dying
 He doesn't care
 Like serpents and snakes
 They rattle and bite
 Whatever it takes
 They get what they like
 And they gonna hide
 And they gonna run
 But they're gonna suffer
 Some Carnival fun
 And make no mistake
 They do got a heart
 It's blacker than coal
 And hard as a rock
 They gonna visit
 The Carnival grounds
 And they gonna perish
 We promise you now
 Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
 Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
 Pick em and drag em down into your hole
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
 Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture
 Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
 Pick em and drag em down into your hole
 Cuz you's a vulture
 A wicked vulture