| Song | Waiter |
| Artist | Portugal. The Man |
| Album | Waiter: "You Vultures" |
| [00:09.21] | Under blankets these hills cover neatly |
| [00:12.66] | We’ll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden |
| [00:16.98] | But it’s hard when our voices echo over ripples? |
| [00:21.11] | That form on the lakes and the edges they prey on we'll shine |
| [00:26.10] | we'll shine.... |
| [00:51.08] | Swim around the lake |
| [00:53.11] | Hoping like hell we'll find shelter in |
| [00:56.75] | Coal mines incubating lies fathers and families, |
| [00:59.82] | Hammers and ties brace for the winter |
| [01:05.97] | Until that rumble leapt up to his jaws |
| [01:41.82] | Spines of furrowed earth jut jagged as they rise |
| [01:45.58] | Like welts up on our backs on our bellies |
| [01:49.10] | Its cold as the lord in the bedroom |
| [01:52.68] | Lord at your feet |
| [01:54.34] | The lords shaking the headboard |
| [01:56.50] | With nothing to eat |
| [02:33.05] | Cold restless stumbles wanders towards the light |
| [02:36.49] | That breaks out from the town little homes bearing sheriffs |
| [02:40.69] | Playing across drifts to the back of the brain |
| [02:44.75] | Where they flicker like fire speaking of times that they shined |
| [00:09.21] | Under blankets these hills cover neatly |
| [00:12.66] | We' ll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden |
| [00:16.98] | But it' s hard when our voices echo over ripples? |
| [00:21.11] | That form on the lakes and the edges they prey on we' ll shine |
| [00:26.10] | we' ll shine.... |
| [00:51.08] | Swim around the lake |
| [00:53.11] | Hoping like hell we' ll find shelter in |
| [00:56.75] | Coal mines incubating lies fathers and families, |
| [00:59.82] | Hammers and ties brace for the winter |
| [01:05.97] | Until that rumble leapt up to his jaws |
| [01:41.82] | Spines of furrowed earth jut jagged as they rise |
| [01:45.58] | Like welts up on our backs on our bellies |
| [01:49.10] | Its cold as the lord in the bedroom |
| [01:52.68] | Lord at your feet |
| [01:54.34] | The lords shaking the headboard |
| [01:56.50] | With nothing to eat |
| [02:33.05] | Cold restless stumbles wanders towards the light |
| [02:36.49] | That breaks out from the town little homes bearing sheriffs |
| [02:40.69] | Playing across drifts to the back of the brain |
| [02:44.75] | Where they flicker like fire speaking of times that they shined |