All them vultures circle menlike a ton of bricks might fall on menif god is good why can't i be?nno, i can't answer thatnbirds are circling the sunnhaving all the tricks and funnif we are good and they are dumbnthen what will become of us?nnall them vultures, all them wingsnlike all them people and their wingsnif they all turn and walk towards menno, i can't see you like thatnturn your nails into my skinnlet it itch and burn and grinnif you are evil, i am sinnno, i can't see you like thatnnwhen we pluck out all your wingsnbreak 'em off to hear that ringnif we are born to hear that ringnthen i can answer thatnnwhen that light it turns on yountell me what you plan to donif we are rings inside the pewsnnno i can't see yo like thatni can't see you like thatnni am the better man