I'm not dead yet but still you circle around my head buzzing up a storm if I screamed help me, you wouldn't help me (but you wouldn't help me) Round and round and around you fly Watching and waiting as I die Call it a symptom of the culture Circle round and round and around me like a vulture I feel you there Strangled by the whispers in the air Cameras and a tip to the scene Will pay off like a dream Round and round and around you fly Watching and waiting as I die Call it a symptom of the culture Circle round and round and around me like a vulture Dive the moment that I die You fucking vultures Rip the flesh from my bones Leave me in peace alone You fucking You fucking vultures Round and round and around you fly Watching and waiting as I die Call it a symptom of the culture Circle round and round and around me like a vulture Round and round and around you fly Watching and waiting as I die Call it a symptom of the culture Circle round and round and around me like a vulture