I still call them all my friends Vultures that they are And I call myself a journalist When I pick apart their bones Though the information that I find Is worthless I suspect But babe, they're not like us They've long since lost my trust They will say anything And disappear in the dust It's funny we can't see the end As near as it may be The city nights are charmed and bright As we chirp into our phones Confirmation is all we want And it's the one thing we can't get But babe, i'm not like you I've long since changed my views I won't say anything But I'll disappear if I must