Now here I lie in the street
An invitation for you to steal a glance at me
While all the village, it gathers
To watch the vultures devour this decaying matter

Come one, come all
Whoever wants a taste of me take it all for free

The children fiend for the spoils
Divide what remains before it sinks in the soil
With a gash below the waste
Out it came like milk for everyone to taste
But now it's curdled and sour
Ripe for your stomachs to turn in about an hour

Just a minute pretend
In this illusion that we were ever friends
Nothing is more expensive
Yet it's been given to you at such a bargain
But now the serum is sour
Cause I was never here for you to devour

Now every one can say good night to the bad guy

A Team Black Recording. ©2004. Songs To Burn Your Bridges By. Project 86. Jimnamthumb Publishing (SESAC)