Scumbag Blues (Them Crooked Vultures)

Innocence has no resistance Against a wicked counselor such as I. You won't make it out. Shall I lead you to my parlor, Poison offers disguised, in just your size. You won't make it out. You may think me altruistic, Feel my dark hypnosis closing in. You won't make it out. Then you grow cold, Cold As a stare. As if no, None, Could compare. But you don't know, How close, To ensnare. When I control, You will Despair. Sycophancy, solipsistic, Spider plays the fool To lure the fly. You won't make it out. Then you grow cold, Cold As a stare. As if no, None, Could compare. But you don't know, How close, To ensnare. When I control, You will Despair.