Lyrics Cemetery Stroll - Kill the Vultures

Cemetery Stroll

I cannot belong to people, places
Garbage bought and sold for sacred
Cases in the windows graced with
Wasted moments, belly-aching
Count your praises, frame your favourites
Handshake only after payment
You better give that bloodbank every drop of what they want
Unless you want a morning mashup
Or a Kansas City stomp
I owe my only hope to the clay of county breakdowns
Children chase my hubcaps like mudflaps when I make rounds, so
Round and round, I almost drown
A landlocked life for me
Keep your drunken fathers out at sea, out at sea
Keep your drunken fathers out at sea
A landlocked life
That’s the life for me
A sunny cemetery stroll across the prairie folds
The sky forgives all anger, with a sun that barely holds
Corroded names with numbers near 'em
They once meant something special
Ants crawl in and out of rotting roses, pulling off the petals
War medals look like the loose change disaster on the counter
That we used to feed addiction of war heroes we amount to
$ 2.53's your total, keep the pennies, please
And keep your drunken fathers out at sea, out at sea
They’re sending messages in red smoke out across the hills
We sit and watch the skeptics polish up their living wheels
It feels surreal, kinda sleazy, maybe hopeless
As the leaders drown and spend their final words on how the boats flipped
Keep your drunken fathers out at sea, out at sea
Keep your drunken fathers out at sea
A landlocked life
That’s the life for me