Lyrics
Hey, dead man
Right round the fright of looking backwards
is a knife fight, don’t distract yourself from pinpoint arrow blades
upon your skin, the rolling target you’ve been in
I’m not for fighting, just for city fighting
Large and then discarded, it’s a wonderful life
Full of darkness and detectives
When you’re trying to be selective
Of the tiny matter of hiding as you leave a place
Just don’t forget your own distaste
Makes you a wanted man
It’s just like crawling when you want to scam the landscape for disease
And wounds that bring you to your knees
The knife fight nihilists
We seek revenge
But we’re blind in any sunlight
Like vampires disappointed
By the methadone you got
It just don’t mix right with our nihilism,
Is there something else you brought?
I’m kind of warming up to you
And your consistent fight
To make it true
A knife fight in a garden
Close to paradise
A royal pardon
Look what’s branding us with heavy shields!
And mortal stuff we can’t reveal
You spilled your guts out
And the dogs prepared to feast
A knife fight honors every carnivore and every beast
Unlikely bloodstains make a pattern
Like a jigsaw on the lam
Unlikely jetties rid the sea of bodies
Dead serious, or just another dead man?
Hey, dead man
I’m not your savior or a felon
But I heed the words of Gil-Scott Heron
His savvy genius
Asked for peace
And not the knife fight nihilism
We released into your vortex
Try to substitute your violence
For your cortex