Scumbag Blues — Them Crooked Vultures

Innocence has no resistance Against a wicked counselor such as I You won't make it out You won't make it out Shall I lead you to my parlor? Poison offers disguised in just your size You won't make it out You won't make it out

You may think me altruistic Feel my dark hypnosis closing in You won't make it out You won't make it out

Then you grow cold Cold, as a stare As if no, none Could compare But you don't know How close to ensnare When I control You will despair

You won't make it out You won't make it out

Sycophancy solipsistic Spider plays the fool to lure the fly You won't make it out You won't make it out

Then you go cold Cold, as a stare As if no, none Could compare But you don't know How close to ensnare When I control You will despair