Scumbag Blues Lyrics - Them Crooked Vultures - Them Crooked Vultures

Innocence has no resistance 

against a wicked counselor such as I. 

You won't make it out. 

Shall I lead you to my parlor, 

poison offers disguised, in just your size. 

You won't make it out. 

You may think me altruistic, 

feel my dark hypnosis closing in. 

You won't make it out. 

Then you grow cold, 

cold 

as a stare. 

As if no, 

none, 

could compare. 

But you don't know, 

how close, 

to ensnare. 

When I control, 

you will 

despair. 

Sycophancy, solipsistic, 

Spider plays the fool 

To lure the fly. 

You won't make it out. 

Then you grow cold, 

cold 

as a stare. 

As if no, 

none, 

could compare. 

But you don't know, 

how close, 

to ensnare. 

When I control, 

you will 

despair.