Buzzards

You can't tell I dyed my hair

I don't ask about your day

You drink too much, but I don't care

The dog gets fed, the bills get paid

We should throw in the towel

'Cause there ain't no saving it now

We can't be brought back from the dead

There ain't no resurrecting this

I can hear 'em tiptoeing up on the roof

Circling, circling, circling me and you

No use trying

No denying

Something's dying

Can't you see them buzzards flying?

I'll take the good knives from the cabinet

You can keep your damn flat screen

I think the wheels fell off the wagon

Rolling down this dead-end street

It might be morbid, but I think

We can't be brought back from the dead

There ain't no resurrecting this

I can hear 'em tiptoeing up on the roof

Circling, circling, circling me and you

No more trying

No denying

Something's dying

Can't you see them buzzards flying?

Whoo!

Oh

Them vultures only come 'round

When the love's all run out

We can't be brought back from the dead

There ain't no resurrecting this

I can hear 'em tiptoeing up on the roof

Circling, circling, circling me and you

No use trying

No denying

Something's dying

Can't you see them buzzards flying?

Can't you see them buzzards flying?