You can't tell I've done my hair
I don't ask you 'bout 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?