I walked the road and met the sage without a name The little ba*tard asked me why I came This country is no place to find friends He said, well then don't come back here again The smiling vulture angels all descend And the hypocritical choirs sing amen Dancing against the rhythm takes bad timing Like the offbeat humor of professor hymen Or the lecture he told about the mystic cave If you don't get out alive, that will be your grave And the smiling vulture angels will descend While the hypocritical choirs sing amen Next year or the next I'll get some sleep When I learn to silence the dragon in the deep The downtown strippers in their Sunday best Tell me some souls were not born to rest Not when the smiling vulture angels descend Not when you know they'll all be back again Still life is not meant for cheeky whining There are honest humans out there really trying With that in mind it's time to make an end Or at least admit this song is all pretend And smiling vulture angels don't exist And somewhere on a mountain lovers kiss No, smiling vulture angels just ain't real But that doesn't change the way they make me feel Falling on me like a night of darkest sin Until I blow out their brains and say amen