Vultures Are there vultures encircling you, again? My friend they're coming for us all, in the end. No half truth mother's lies or litany's the mangle, tortured, atrophied the beautiful strangeness of alone. Are the vultures encircling…

Vultures Are there vultures encircling you, again? My friend they're coming for us all, in the end. No half truth mother's lies or litany's the mangle, tortured, atrophied the beautiful strangeness of alone. Are the vultures encircling…

There I go again, thinking You might have something to say Some sympathy for me? I’ve worn out my welcome tonight And it’s freezing on this desert trip I’ve been screaming at the slightest things And Robert Blake smiles On the tv by…