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 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