Quickly moving in the morning before the corpse gets cold

Doesn't matter whether young or old

Up the mountain now we make our climb

Everyone knows its feeding time

So they sharpen their knives

Sharpen the blades

Close your eyes'

It'll be ok

Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam

Feast upon the bodies

Clean 'em down to the bone

Strip away the cartilage

And rip out the eyes

This is what'll happen to you when you die

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Find the mortician with a bag on his head

Watch him as he slices bits of flesh of the dead

Drinks away his whiskey as a mean to atone

He's never sober

He can't do it alone

So he sharpens his knives

Sharpens his blades

Close your eyes

It'll be ok

Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam

Feast upon the bodies

Clean 'em down to the bone

Strip away the cartilage

And rip out the eyes

This is what'll happen to you when you die

Seven hundred winged creatures waiting in lines

67 eyes are focused watching 'em dine

7 of the brethren are turning their heads

This is how the village people bury their dead

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