What Will Come of Us

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