Lyrics The Jackal - Kill the Vultures, Channy Leaneagh

The Jackal

The torch has been passed burnt down to ash
Now we’re back where we started when the scenery was black
I never forget a face down in the water
Breathe life in windpipes the dim lights wander
Pin stripes on ya make a well dressed monster
A dagger for a handshake and selfless posture
88 keys and not one fits the lock
I waited on your steps where the sun stripped your block
Every window was tinted
Squinted my eyes to catch glimpses
Sanity hanging by its hinges
Senses attacked from all sides of the spectrum
Head spun round had me speaking in a dead tongue
Pass the red rum I’m dry
Fill it up high
Might be the last time i see the setting sun
So much that i’ve never done
Don’t know where to get it from
I idolized forever young
But petty crumbs get jettisoned
Damnit, standing here stranded
On the dark side of the planet
The jackal ran away with the canvas
Damage was done
Go ahead and run like we expect you to
You prefer the pulpit
I’ll take the confession booth
Call me pariah
Call me a cab
Call me flat tire i’ll be rolling in in an hour and a
Half empty cup let your tears fill it up
Okay that’s enough
One time for the red door clinic
The late night visits
Two times for the two-timing mistress
Third time’s a charm
Fourth time’s exquisite
But the fifth time around nobody’s opened up for business
Thought I knew how, though I knew when, thought I knew ya
Guess not, hallelujah
Hook me with the jail bait
Drag me by the tailgate
Snail’s pace, pick it up
Drop me at the railway
Fade away as quickly as you came
I’m running a few names to spark a blue flame like butane
You slang that as the news?
who brang that in the room?
Who claimed that as the truth?
Now, look into my eyes might see your reflection
Might see the black that you slept in
Might see your own eyes blink upon closer inspection
No sense of time or direction
We dressed in the flesh that we came in
The flesh that we left in
Shed some along the way wound up with some fresh skin
Thought I knew how, though I knew when, thought I knew ya
Guess not, hallelujah
Truth be told you’re a damn good liar
Talked me into sleeping in a house on fire
Distant, dislocated, disowned
Damn, i must’ve pulled the short end of the wishbone
Unlucky as the day is long
As the night is cold
As the blade is calm
Flesh wounds on my palm out of place
Left a sour taste
Jesus, they crucify anybody now a days
A coward’s face grinning in my champagne
Damn shame that i know the Devil by his last name
Can’t change which cards got dealt
So i left em right there face down on the felt
I felt the urgent hands of the cold wind
Pull me off the walls before they closed in
The most that i could manage
Was to make my peace and vanish
Cause the damage of your vanity has no end
Old friend
Thought I knew how, though I knew when, thought I knew ya
Guess not, hallelujah