The Jackal - Kill the Vultures, Channy Leaneagh

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