Song Vulture - Iggy Pop. 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
seems like the place to be. You heard some talk about a slippery slope. But you think, it can't happen to me Vulture culture, use it or you lose it. Vulture culture, choose it or refuse it. Hollywood
