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(J. Campbell)

I have a vulture for a pet and he lives on a telephone pole
You can see him in the sky above me
Soaring on those sexy warm thermals
I never feed him directly. [No no no]
They clean up after me [yo yo yo]
Sometimes I start to feel nervous [so so so]
my vulture’s getting hungry

When It’s time to be fed
His cavity growls
And I can smell the dead
My pet vulture loves a three dog night

Aloft and soaring
hardly flapping their wings
Never joining to sing
They’ve got no syrinx

Cathartes aura is a carrion crow
unrelated to the world of old
It looks the same, but only because
convergent evolution, or so I’m told
I never feed them directly. [No no no]
They clean up after me [yo yo yo]
Sometimes I start to feel guilty [so so so]
The population’s growing

When It’s time to be fed
His cavity growls
And I can smell the dead
My pet vulture is out of sight

Now I’m old and aging
They circle above me
and as I drift into sleep
I hear him hissing

I awaken to light
as my dinner guests fly away.

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Anthony: djembe, bongos, bvox
Cade: bass, bvox
db: rainstick, cymbals, singing bowl, tambourine, bvox
Jared: vox, cymbals, mandolin
Tom: drum kit, chimes

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(on the album)
HCM: bass, bvox