Lyric Perhaps Now the Vultures

Shot down from the rafters and off to everafter

Consider this a failure, so be it--urchin promise

The curse is working--the trail of bodies

That leaves no suspect, what did you expect?

And get it, get it here, get it now

The news is not worthy

Don t even look

You re cornered into thinkingInvited to the lynching

Specify instructions

I ll shoot the arrow straight up

I ll frame your holy mugshot

Add insult to buckshot

And then I ll drink with glycerol frog-eye

Yeah, she can tell you every detail..