Lyrics Vandal - Kill the Vultures

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