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Ain't nothing but a curse

Of king buzzards hearse

Cruising towards the sun

To feast upon the scum

Tonight

We fight

Revenge

Insight

Murderous

Appetite

Prepare

For flight

All The New world Vultures

Bred with religious culture

If you cant tell

We're not birds that pray

We're dirty rotten drunkards

that have now been labeled buzzards

Chewing your insides

To smell your decay

Barnyard born and raised

through the fog and the haze

Bearing the sins of man

Over a tarred wingspan

Tonight

We fight

Revenge

Insight

Murderous

Appetite

Prepare

For flight

All The New world Vultures

Bred with religious culture

If you cant tell

We're not birds that pray

We're dirty rotten drunkards

that have now been labeled buzzards

Chewing your insides

To smell your decay

you will die all alone

outside, afraid and in the cold

and you know we will scatter

your bones

your bones