k** the vultures - Vandal lyrics

[Verse 1] Everybody's looking so stunned, shocked, stone-faced and awe-struck Not a thing to say but can't nobody keep their jaws shut Raw guts in your drinks and your chandelier You be the witnesses, I'm the vandal here Piss in your pulpit, ri-ride the bullsh** Right down the lane, don't look so insulted Whatever happened to Baby Jane? Too many daisy chains, found her face down in the gravy train Think I give a buck about a bank note? One less distraction make you wonder where'd the day go Most of us look better in our own eyes Hard enough to get by, try doing it with no lies Aspiring low brow, just gimme the know how Don't know which sh** road to go down Pa** by the window and they're just toys Watch ‘em fall, house of cards, boss man to bus boy [Interlude] [Verse 2] It's just noise, don't know what to make of it Can't hang that picture then don't try framing it Gotta wonder if it carries weight It's your ocean, I'm just trying to keep your Bering Strait k**ed enough time to make a criminal wince It never helped me in a critical pinch Its all gone digital since Must've never known Jesus in the biblical sense Brown Child where you at, rest in peace Was always good people, none of this sh** makes sense to me But I guess that's how the globe spins Born alone, die alone, tell me where the road end No ends doesn't always mean no skins But if it do, you gon' have to be your own friend Drink it up here's truth serum for bad liars Running on gas fumes, bad news and flat tires [Interlude] [Verse 3] Black male, black mail, black male victim Caught up in the curve of the pa**/fail system Last seen walking singing parts of old spirituals Some one must have left him by the river for a miracle Park bench folk want smokes but they save a seat Higher up the food chain they ain't so neighborly Hold up man, what's this dude calling me? Change their tune quick once they find out what mulatto means Look it up or I might be looking out the door Hard rain is coming, its nothing worth drowning for Bang my skull on the wall for a kick drum I'll play a victrola before I play the victim River runs wide where's the bridge to the other side? I can sniff it out like a lover's lie, otherwise It's time for Hail Mary, pack bags, run and hide Colors dried, paint a new lifestyle to suffer by