Vandal - Kill the Vultures

Everybody’s looking so stunned, shocked, stone-faced and awe-struck

Not a thing to say but can’t nobody keep their jaws shut

Raw guts in your drinks and your chandelier

You be the witnesses, I’m the vandal here

Piss in your pulpit, ri-ride the bullshit

Right down the lane, don’t look so insulted

Whatever happened to Baby Jane?

Too many daisy chains, found her face down in the gravy train

Think I give a buck about a bank note?

One less distraction make you wonder where’d the day go

Most of us look better in our own eyes

Hard enough to get by, try doing it with no lies

Aspiring low brow, just gimme the know how

Don’t know which shit road to go down

Pass by the window and they’re just toys

Watch ‘em fall, house of cards, boss man to bus boy

It’s just noise, don’t know what to make of it

Can’t hang that picture then don’t try framing it

Gotta wonder if it carries weight

It’s your ocean, I’m just trying to keep your Bering Strait

Killed enough time to make a criminal wince

It never helped me in a critical pinch

Its all gone digital since

Must’ve never known Jesus in the biblical sense

Brown Child where you at, rest in peace

Was always good people, none of this shit makes sense to me

But I guess that’s how the globe spins

Born alone, die alone, tell me where the road end

No ends doesn’t always mean no skins

But if it do, you gon' have to be your own friend

Drink it up here’s truth serum for bad liars

Running on gas fumes, bad news and flat tires

Black male, black mail, black male victim

Caught up in the curve of the pass/fail system

Last seen walking singing parts of old spirituals

Some one must have left him by the river for a miracle

Park bench folk want smokes but they save a seat

Higher up the food chain they ain’t so neighborly

Hold up man, what’s this dude calling me?

Change their tune quick once they find out what mulatto means

Look it up or I might be looking out the door

Hard rain is coming, its nothing worth drowning for

Bang my skull on the wall for a kick drum

I’ll play a victrola before I play the victim

River runs wide where’s the bridge to the other side?

I can sniff it out like a lover’s lie, otherwise

It’s time for Hail Mary, pack bags, run and hide

Colors dried, paint a new lifestyle to suffer by