Cut Throat Town

Don't F****** Miss!

You told me all of your life-ruining, career-ending little secrets,
In shaky hands and sweaty palms.
I swore to you, I promised you I would keep it,
Until your ends tied up in all my knots.
A decision not taken lightly, the fate of a man intertwined with mine,
But you broke my spirit, shattered my spine,
Never trust a man who takes pleasure in rhyme.

Strike me down, aim for the heart, and you better hope if this is it,
That you don't fucking miss.
Oh, take what you want and grab what you can,
We were never getting out alive.
Run for the hills and drown on dry land,
A modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
Strike me down, aim for the heart, and you better hope if this is it,
That you don't fucking miss!

I saw you in bustling city streets, stumbling over your webbed feet;
New York would never be kind to a man like you,
The city always has my back, she looks out for me,
Get out while you can, it would be the smart thing to do.
But your ignorance and stubbornness will yell you pretty lies,
How you were hero in this story, I'm one of the good guys,
But you're a villain to the nth degree, hellbent on this tyranny,
You never cared about me,
You broke me.

Strike me down, aim for the heart, and you better hope if this is it,
That you don't fucking miss.
Oh, take what you want and grab what you can,
We were never getting out alive.
Run for the hills and drown on dry land,
A modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
Strike me down, aim for the heart, and you better hope if this is it,
That you don't fucking miss!

Arrow in the chest,
Glitter all over my clothes;
This is what is best,
A man becomes a ghost.

Strike me down, aim for the heart, and you better hope if this is it,
That you don't fucking miss.
Oh, take what you want and grab what you can,
We were never getting out alive.
Run for the hills and drown on dry land,
A modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
Strike me down, aim for the heart, and you better hope if this is it,
That you don't fucking miss!