Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vandal, artist - Kill the Vultures. Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Song language: English
Vandal |
| 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 |