Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jackal, artist - Kill the Vultures. Date of issue: 07.09.2015
Song language: English
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 |