Lyrics Where the Cutthroats Stay - Kill the Vultures

Where the Cutthroats Stay

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