Walk On Water - Kill the Vultures

Reverend Revivalist pulls ‘em out they mishaps

As long as the bridle fits you’re sure to hear the whip crack

Thank the lepers with colonial feathers

Tell Sharp Knife Jackson the winter got weathered

Never walk with the lost folks that talk to the air

With machines to their ears;

but really, nobody’s there

Keep your John Hancock off faulty peace treaties

Many Colonel Chivington’s who like to Harry Houdini

Off the record, your old man’s running on static

Sometimes my flesh just lets the chemicals have at it

You wouldn’t believe waters that your people have walked

Some sank, some drank the dark oceans they crossed

It is not our nature to nurture the vapors

Of a savior who promises land for our labor

Put your best foot forward when you walk across the border

Either came 'cause voices told you to or 'cause you flipped a quarter

Landed heads-up/ hit the highway, the holy ribbon

Only given is the dead trucks littered with lonely women

Smokey vision blurs-tears come/ shaking me something fearsome

Reminds me of another life when I was twenty years young

Peering out Venetian blinds/ don’t let me be the crime

If I don’t see it, fine/ I’ll lean behind a drug store peace of mind

Man, they don’t know you from a South Dakota landscape

Bulletproof glass and intercoms separate that handshake

Can’t escape a drifter’s dust is his to carry

'bituary columns nothing but a rustic vision buried

Military tags in medicine bags hold the offering

The doctor brings amphetamine drags to slow you properly

I’ll tell my children they can walk on water

Our folks are all walking on fire for fire water

I’ll tell my children they can walk on water

Smooth-talkers always tend to lead the lamb to the slaughter

I’ll tell my children they can walk on water

Our folks are all walking on fire for fire water

I’ll tell my children they can walk on water

Watch the hand they keep hidden when they’re making an offer

Now the triggermen tally roman numeral marks

While the bagpipes blow, police funerals march

But its just another story from the cold observatory

Heard the prisoner bangin' rocks produced a beautiful spark