Good Intentions - Kill the Vultures

I speak to children, we share a bond

I seek not to kill them and there upon

There upon lies the difference between icon

And iconoclast

The neon «L» burns out to spell «Mote»

And loose ain’t the term for how the hell broke

All we did was tell jokes and play cards

They crushed their prayers, we best say ours

I smell smoke and where there’s smoke

There’s dead air in the throat of children cherubs they choked

From cherry red ropes where ceiling bodies have hung

Where I deaded those bent on killing the young

The womb echoes as a empty weather brought water

That now is just a hollow shell that wishes straight for offer

I’m throwing all my earnings from the harvest, fields a-burning

That we survive another winter, may spring earth be fertile

I pray it rain and praise the sun are equal in abundance

Legitimate is syndicate, pat they fattened stomachs

Carnivorous, eat, sleep, every inch a carcass

And thunder is the only sound of violence among us

I speak to children, we share a bond

I seek not to kill them and there upon

There upon lies the difference between icon

And iconoclast

As the junkies of New Orleans become beggars of the mountains

And the moon to Costa Rica shine on peasants of the highway

I follow roads that feet have carved and faceless pennies fallen

Ya sky that drips with honor on the twisted tracks of night train

Children point at broken men while parents' venom eyes watch

Mayors pick the pockets of the garbage on the sidewalk

The sidewalk leads to dirt roads, leads to rings of smoke that circle

The redwood petrified of being fed to the inferno of your smile

Of your smile

Of your smile

Of your smile

Your smile

Of your smile

Of your smile

Of your smile

I speak to children, we share a bond

I seek not to kill them and there upon

There upon lies the difference between icon

And iconoclast