Them Crooked Vultures

Gunman, bloodshot eyes
Gunman, grain of sand
Sisters, could not sleep
Father, is a holy ghost
And there's lions in a cage
It don't matter don't try to explain
You're just another dog to be trained
Choke chained
You gonna end up under tooth and nail
If you catch a tiger by the tail
Don't fail
Brother, does not dream anymore
Sisters, could not sleep
Transformation incomplete
Mercy killing, those counting sheep
I'm a trigger, quick to fire
Punctuate betwixt the eyes
And you're clever
It ain't gonna help you
Violence is just an incomplete, thought
Coming to a complete stop, stop
You're so clever you'll tear us apart
Then masquerade it as art, not smart
If you can help anyone, help yourself