These Vultures

They’ve come ten thousand strong
At my door to take my home
They can knock and knock ‘til their knuckles bleed
‘Cause I’m gone. Oh, I’m gone
Newspapers on the window
And death took the yard
The paint is cracked and peeling on my old rusty ford
Oh Lord, why’d you make living so hard
Now my bed is on this cold, hard ground
Beneath the roof of the darkening sky
The bankers and the lawyers are circling ‘round
They won’t stop until the day I die
Place these last two dollars on my sunken eyes
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
For I hope to see you in the afterlife
Let these vultures pick my bones clean