Verse: [Am]The vultures are flying [G]lower than they used to [F]They don't waste their [Em]time on old bleached [Am]bones [Am]It's too damned hot,[G] and I feel choked out [F]Our past b[Em]etrayed by smoke and [Am]mirrors [Am]All she gives is a [G]stone facade [F]Like ill-given f[Em]lowers at a dead m[Am]an's wake [Am]Here we slave [G]for...