Behind These Eyes - Kill the Vultures

Drag, my bones along for the ride

I’m anywhere but home, you’re anything but right

Gotta roll by hold, my weathered faced to the wind

I’ll leave without a trace, but they’ll know where I’ve been

Gotta stay slim, run, my youth down into the ground

From where did they all come, and where are they all now

Gotta somehow keep, my feet marchin' to the drum

And lead 'em to the beat, that points us to the sun

Gotta get on down, to the best that you can dig

See the best of you can leave, and the rest of you can live

Oh yes, it’s flesh, to the skeleton and soul

My heart already left, it’s in my lover’s hold

And I love her so much, I think I might just die

And that’s if I don’t bust from looking in her eyes

Gotta say I ne-ver thought that you would’ve guessed

The ace was up my sleeve, 'cause I work it best

Gotta take rest

Why you lookin' in my eyes

The eyes of a phantom

Why you lookin' in my eyes

'Cause now you frozen, you can’t run

Yeah, scum of the earth, gathered are we

Numb to work we’re manufacturing

Assembly line, running so smooth

Faster from a war-time economy boost

Move spooky like ghosts, who hide in the hookah

Taking shapes of smoke, dancing ukulele hulas

I knew a friend or two of them who chewed the yucca

Playin' jukebox jazz from Duke to blues from Pascagoula

Got a screw loose, better keep the noose tight

I keep on seeing ghouls roam the night upon moonlight

Maybe I’ll go join 'em if the mood is right

I’ll bruise my only body just to prove that I might

I be gravestone skipping, on a lake so placid

Forest fires simmers up to rain so acid

Let it come down to drench a wretch like me

Clenching my teeth for every lecherous deed I sew

Why you lookin' in my eyes

The eyes of a phantom

I bet ya, I bet ya never

Never seen a corpse so handsome

Shiftin' through the cold streets, sniffin' with my broke beak

Greedy and I need a feast, kill me California please

That way I can say I lead a trail to the open sea

If your hands dig Indian graves, let them stories speak to me

At night, I rest upon breasts that rise with each breath

I slide away and stalk the graves to find my name etched

Wade through blank pages, interrogates

Ask me about my faith and I what I celebrate, hey

I got Moro blood, I wear Christian clothes

I’ll get in if God laughs at all my stupid jokes

I’m not your class-clown, I’m hard all around

I’ve seen bullets go through walls and girls get punched out

I’m not calling bluffs, I’ll meet you in the bluffs

Where skinheads and vampires knuckle up rough

Clutch switchin' up on the chrome when you roam

Trust no one except you and Ramón

Trust no one except you and Alexei

Trust no one except you and Steve

Trust no one except you and Adam

Trust no one except Devon and me