The Vulture

The vultures ride the wind
 They circle around the killing fields
 Intoxicated by the smell of death
 Waiting for man to fall...
 The eagles soar up high
 Guiding spirits who are lost
 There is no escape from the fire
 Beware the devil is not far...
 On a desert highway I left my baby, she's lying, scorching, screaming the sun she says
 Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me
 In a chapel down in New Orleans she's on her knees and begging please to
 Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me
 There's a man on the edge who's ready to jump, he's had enough but just can't stop
 Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me
 Give me pleasure or give me pain I'll believe anything you ever say, just
 Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me
 On a desert highway, desert highway
 I left my babe
 On a desert highway, desert highway
 I left my babe
 Give me pleasure or give me pain I'll believe anything you ever say...