Knives Out - Downfvll & Xelishurt

I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my eyes I'm not coming back So knives out Catch the mouse Don't look down Shove it in your mouth If you'd been a dog They would've drowned you at birth Look into my eyes It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth So knives out Cook him up Squash his head Put him in the pot I want you to know He's not coming back He's bloated and frozen Still there's no point in letting it go to waste So knives out Catch the mouse Squash his head Put him in the pot

Your words are like knives They peel my skin and pierce my soul... Your body will burn tonight... Though your heart may still remain cold And I will blame myself And I will blame myself For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side I will blame myself The Sheets are stained with... Memories of your soft kiss Now this is all I have Paper and pen to remember you with And I will blame myself And I will blame myself For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side I will blame myself Can I have you... [x4]

Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar In my pocket that I earned With a hammer and vice If I could undo some things And grow me some wings Fly out of this quarter tonight Yeah, tonight, every man with a TV Is seeing a man with my clothes and my face In the last thirty minutes I've gone from a person of interest To a full-blown manhunt underway I did what I did I have no regrets When you cross the line You get what you get Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city breeze One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans I'm a ghost dodging bullets In all of these alleys Just looking for my getaway keys Wrapped up in the night Hiding out in plain sight But this grip's getting tight around me Ain't no getting out That I can see They'll take me dead If they ever take me Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city breeze One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Of New Orleans What I wouldn't do For just one more kiss I'm all out of time Honey, it's come down to this I'm haunted by your hazel eyes And this crescent city breeze One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Of New Orleans I did what I did I did what I did I did what I did I did what I did