I'm sorry that we may never get off this road where our troubles ride
And the vultures are cleaning up these piles of bones we left behind
You're rolling a toothpick over your tongue while you drive
The fur in your grill blows in the wind like it's trying to fly
The haste you make comes back at you from all sides
For years, and years, and years, and years we drive
All the while, wondering why we don't feel right
Now we'd better roll the windows up while we drive through all this blood
We're looking for a janitor with clear, clean eyes to wash away our flaws
You're rolling a toothpick over your tongue while you drive
The fur in your grill blows in the wind like it's trying to fly
The haste you make comes back at you from all sides
For years, and years, and years, and years we drive
All the while, wondering why we don't feel right
Mattock - Vultures Lyrics
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I'm sorry that we may never get off this road where our troubles ride
And the vultures are cleaning up these piles of bones we left behind
You're rolling a toothpick over your tongue while you drive
The fur in your grill blows in the wind like it's trying to fly
The haste you make comes back at you from all sides
For years, and years, and years, and years we drive
All the while, wondering why we don't feel right
Now we'd better roll the windows up while we drive through all this blood
We're looking for a janitor with clear, clean eyes to wash away our flaws
You're rolling a toothpick over your tongue while you drive
The fur in your grill blows in the wind like it's trying to fly
The haste you make comes back at you from all sides
For years, and years, and years, and years we drive
All the while, wondering why we don't feel right
And the vultures are cleaning up these piles of bones we left behind
You're rolling a toothpick over your tongue while you drive
The fur in your grill blows in the wind like it's trying to fly
The haste you make comes back at you from all sides
For years, and years, and years, and years we drive
All the while, wondering why we don't feel right
Now we'd better roll the windows up while we drive through all this blood
We're looking for a janitor with clear, clean eyes to wash away our flaws
You're rolling a toothpick over your tongue while you drive
The fur in your grill blows in the wind like it's trying to fly
The haste you make comes back at you from all sides
For years, and years, and years, and years we drive
All the while, wondering why we don't feel right
Writer: Casey Brandt
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