All them vultures circle me Like a ton of bricks might fall on me If god is good why can't i be? No, i can't answer that Birds are circling the sun Having all the tricks and fun If we are good and they are dumb Then what will become of us? All them vultures, all them wings Like all them people and their wings If they all turn and walk towards me No, i can't see you like that Turn your nails into my skin Let it itch and burn and grin If you are evil, i am sin No, i can't see you like that When we pluck out all your wings Break 'em off to hear that ring If we are born to hear that ring Then i can answer that When that light it turns on you Tell me what you plan to do If we are rings inside the pews No i can't see yo like that I can't see you like that I am the better man