Year of the Vulture - The Wonder Years

We have spent 2 thousand years Smothering our worlds resources Sinking in the ever growing past Wandering thousand years alone Smother in the past This vicious cycle ends We are all alone Traveling in our desire Comprehending our reality We were bred to fail Smother in the past This vicious cycle ends For all eternity We wish to be the change And now the Earth struggles in an endless cycle This Vicious cycle ends And now We must change From our Past Smother In our past Smothering From our past

Become one We overtake we overtake what is taken Becoming creation We are just here to harvest Become one We overthrow we overthrow what is taken Bombarding creation We are just here to harvest The sun The sun The sun The sun we are here to create There is always something Something that is out of reach We seek to find Something that is out of reach Something that we cannot comprehend And though our eyes are shut We will find a way to Harvest the sun Become one We overtake we overtake what is taken Bombarding creation We are Become one We overthrow we overthrow our aspirations Bombarding creation We are Become none We overthrow we overthrow our aspirations Becoming creation Harvest the sun Harvest the sun Harvest the sun Harvest the sun

This is called The Vulture And a lot of people think it's a poem And after they hear me sing it they're sure it's a poem But, uh We're gonna take a shot at it anyway Remember this is a feel like thing Do whatever you feel like If you feel like clapping your hands You can do that Standing in the ruins Oh, of another black man's life Or flying through the valley There, separating day and night "I am death", cried the vulture "Yes, for the people of the light" Charon brought his raft Then came from a sea that sails on souls I saw the scavenger departing Oh, taking warm hearts to the cold He knew the ghetto was a haven For the meanest creature ever known In a wilderness of heartbreak Yes and a desert of despair Evil's clarion of justice Oh, shrieks a cry of naked terror He's taking babies from their mamas And leaving grief beyond compare You see the vulture coming And he's flying circles in your mind There'll be no escaping For he will follow close behind Only promised me a battle Yeah, a battle for your soul and mine Your soul and mine He's taking babies from their mamas And he's leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving Thank you, that's called The Vulture

What What if I said I'm tryna make it up? For all of the names I was playing games with you You deserve better love Where, where are the places that they ain't take you? Give me the book between your destinations So I can book to flight a reservations What would you do if I asked you to choose? Would you keep pickin' on me? Or am I the guy just for drunken nights? And while you're sober you don't need me And while you're sober you don't need me While you're sober you don't know me What if I rainin' on all my obligations? And ran out your nerves and then make you go complacent What if I fucked up in the meantime? Listen to me now Maybe it's me time Me, me now Oh, and what would you do? If I made you number two Ain't that what you want me to do? What would you do if I asked you to choose? Would you keep pickin' on me? Or am I the guy just for drunken nights? And while you're sober you don't need me While you're sober you don't know me Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself! Why I keep doin' it to myself!

Memories flood back like photographs All bright and out of focus All drab with muted colors And the whole world smells like True Blue The only brand my grandma smokes And the faintest hint of Coppertone Watch shorebirds circle in real close Oh I know you're gonna go Just please leave me a note I left because you asked me to Operator, take me home I don't know where else to go I wanna die in the suburbs A heart attack shoveling snow all alone If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs These northeast winters make boys into men Staring out at snow-plowed mountains In the parking lots of churches And the city just felt worn out No strength to pick our hearts off the ground We watched the '92 Birds Take the field without Jerome Brown We keep quiet when it gets bad We don't talk about the setbacks They only hear it when your voice cracks Operator, take me home I don't know where else to go I wanna die in the suburbs A heart attack shoveling snow all alone If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs I wanna die in the suburbs (I wanna die in the suburbs) I wanna die in the suburbs (I wanna die in the suburbs) You start remembering (I wanna die in the suburbs) The anniversaries of the bad things (I wanna die in the suburbs) No don't forget (I wanna die in the suburbs) The anniversaries of the bad things (I wanna die in the suburbs) Operator, take me home I don't know where else to go I wanna die in the suburbs A heart attack shoveling snow all alone If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs Operator, take me home I don't know where else to go I wanna die in the suburbs A heart attack shoveling snow all alone If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs I'll die in the suburbs