I walked the road and met the sage without a name
The little ba*tard asked me why I came
This country is no place to find friends
He said, well then don't come back here again
The smiling vulture angels all descend
And the hypocritical choirs sing amen
Dancing against the rhythm takes bad timing
Like the offbeat humor of professor hymen
Or the lecture he told about the mystic cave
If you don't get out alive, that will be your grave
And the smiling vulture angels will descend
While the hypocritical choirs sing amen
Next year or the next I'll get some sleep
When I learn to silence the dragon in the deep
The downtown strippers in their Sunday best
Tell me some souls were not born to rest
Not when the smiling vulture angels descend
Not when you know they'll all be back again
Still life is not meant for cheeky whining
There are honest humans out there really trying
With that in mind it's time to make an end
Or at least admit this song is all pretend
And smiling vulture angels don't exist
And somewhere on a mountain lovers kiss
No, smiling vulture angels just ain't real
But that doesn't change the way they make me feel
Falling on me like a night of darkest sin
Until I blow out their brains and say amen