Vulture - Iggy Pop

Fat, black vulture

White head hung low

Chewin' dead meat

By the side of the road

His evil breath

Smells just like death

He takes no chances

He knows the dances

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture waiting

For a life to end

Proving the prophet

He’s nobody’s friend

If he gets near

Your bones he’ll clear

He’ll jump your bandwagon

'Til it’s your corpse he’s draggin'

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture

Vulture

Fat, black vulture

Has got no shame

He’ll tell a lie

Cheat, steal, and frame

His poison whiff

Will kill you stiff

This toxic executive

Wants your guts in his grip

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture, ooh

Vulture

Vulture

Vulture

Vulture

Whoa

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