Them Crooked Vultures Follow

New fang,
no thang.
Had it made
to parade,
found a sucker,
now I want another.
Stand up,
step aside,
open wide,
handing out and on
Until the feelings gone
Want to?
Yes, I do.
Wanna learn,
taking turns getting carpet burns.
Loose lips,
lipstick spit.
Come or go,
I think it's both I gotta know.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...
for a better man.
No slack,
cadillac,
couldn't quit,
gums flap so
Here's your teeth back
Accept
what I left
far behind in a time
when my mind was like a landmine.
Tailgate,
by the lake,
too much, too young,
every button gonna come undone.
Tightrope,
no joke,
nothing left,
so you go baroque.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I think you've got me confused with a better man.
Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand,
I know you've got me confused...
New fang, passing over
No point waiting around for
New fang passing over
No more waiting around-ah
New fang, New fang
They can't wait, no-oh
New fang, newwwwww