Vulture
Okay, cool
Fat, black vulture
White head hung low
Chewin' dead meat
By the side of the road
His evil breath
Smells just like death
He takes no chances
He knows the dances
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture waiting
For a life to end
Proving the prophet
He's nobody's friend
If he gets near
Your bones he'll clear
He'll jump your bandwagon
'Til it's your corpse he's draggin'
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture
Vulture
Fat, black vulture
Has got no shame
He'll tell a lie
Cheat, steal, and frame
His poison whiff
Will kill you stiff
This toxic executive
Wants your guts in his grip
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture, ooh
Vulture
Vulture
Vulture
Vulture
Whoa
Oh
Buitre
Ok, genial
Buitre gordo y negro
Cabeza blanca baja
Masticando carne muerta
Al costado de la carretera
Su aliento malvado
Huele a muerte
No se arriesga
Él conoce los bailes
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre esperando
Por una vida que termine
Demostrando al profeta
Que no es amigo de nadie
Si se acerca
Limpiará tus huesos
Se subirá a tu carroza
Hasta que arrastre tu cadáver
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre
Buitre
Buitre gordo y negro
No tiene vergüenza
Dirá una mentira
Engañará, robará y enmarcará
Su olor venenoso
Te matará de golpe
Este ejecutivo tóxico
Quiere tus entrañas en su agarre
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre, ooh
Buitre
Buitre
Buitre
Buitre
Whoa
Oh
Escrita por: Iggy Pop / Josh Homme