You wait for death to happen

You loot the bloody wrecks

You kindly (amble the feebelos?)

Up out they penchant checks

You kick em when they down

You tell them God is coming

You work the lowly souls

Eight-hundred numbers running

You sell what you repossess

You clean them out they nest

You wait for them to try to rest

Then yank it out they chest

You sell them medicine

You make them think they need

You come around the flowers

But you's a dirty weed



Like serpents and snakes

They rattle and bite

Whatever it takes

They get what they like

Always they fake

And know it ain't right

Your money, they make it

Then gone in the night

And make no mistake

They do got a heart

It's blacker than coal

And hard as a rock

Don't quiver or shake

When they take and part

And breaking apart

Who swim with the sharks



Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain

Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture

Pick at the heart, pick at the soul

Pick em and drag em down into your hole

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture



You cut the fingers off

If there's a ring still on em

Even if they come in cursed

You still want em

You promised big things

Is headed for next year

But then you disappear

As soon as the checks clear

You lash out at the poor

And tell em to give you more

Sell everything off for the church

Sleep on the floor

 You point the juiciest necks

Out to all the vampires

But lurking in the dark

You might get bit by spiders



Lizards and bugs

Flies and mosquitoes

Hookers with drugs

And dirty ass needles

Alleyway cats

Possums and rats

Killers with gats

Attacking with bats

They scums, bums

As anything comes and goes

They pimps

With tons of hoes

Dirty like all of those

I suppose

Cuz wicked's the way that they chose



Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain

Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture

Pick at the heart, pick at the soul

Pick em and drag em down into your hole

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture



Go away doc

Leave him alone

When will he die?

I'll be at home

Who gets his car?

Who gets the crib?

Those are his pills?

I'm popping the lid

I give him a week

What do I get?

Put me in his will

He's moving again

Sign it like him

Cut off that beep

There go his morphine

That shit is sweet

Give me a hit

The preacher called

He's trying to get paid

Who's feeding his dog?

Fuck that dog

It's beeping again

Ohh, that morphine's kicking in

What about his money

He wants the church to have it

How long till he dies

Let's check his wallet

Let's pull the plug

Do you think he can hear?

He's fucking dying

He doesn't care



Like serpents and snakes

They rattle and bite

Whatever it takes

They get what they like

And they gonna hide

And they gonna run

But they're gonna suffer

Some Carnival fun

And make no mistake

They do got a heart

It's blacker than coal

And hard as a rock

They gonna visit

The Carnival grounds

And they gonna perish

We promise you now



Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain

Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture

Pick at the heart, pick at the soul

Pick em and drag em down into your hole

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture

Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain

Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture

Pick at the heart, pick at the soul

Pick em and drag em down into your hole

Cuz you's a vulture

A wicked vulture