Lyrics Good Intentions - Kill the Vultures

Good Intentions

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