Where the Cutthroats Stay - Kill the Vultures

Now, fingertips tapped into your pulse

Hold my breath till I’m blue in the face for the results

You cursed every cloud in the sky

Good news, I guess you’re alive

Bloodshot, bloodshot pride

Five o’clock shadow blockin' out your four o’clock high

Your four o’clock high

There go four more reasons I should walk on by

You tell me if it ain’t broke, it must be a joke

And then you broke it on down with the microscope

Look into my eye, call me a liar

Look dead in my deathbed and call me alive

It was 5:05 on the spot

Just lost boys and transit cops

Now here comes the bride, her dress ain’t right

I can see why he’s late, streets slept this night, now

What’s left but to make my way

Way down where the cutthroats stay

What’s left but to make my way

Way down, way down where the parasites play

Got a long-winded story

Now I’ll do us both a favor, give you the short

Better yet, why don’t you tell it for me

Full moon, half a bottle on the Mississippi shores

My tracks leading back to the black sheep

They never cry wolf, they never fall asleep

Trash heap for a sense of class

All my jokes from last week just went so fast, now

Make my way, where the cutthroats stay

Make my way, where the parasites play