The Chasers Songtext
von The Blood Arm

We′re running every way but loose
And all our parts have been misused
The lines are drawn just to be crossed and
All direction gets us lost

Those parlor tricks are so divine when we're
Left to our own devices
The sweetest kicks are so refined when we′re
Left to our own devices

Here's my prediction

The future's bound to come in twos
For every win there′s one to lose so
Hold on to those horoscopes
This misanthrope is on the ropes

Those parlor tricks are so divine when we′re
Left to our own devices
The sweetest kicks are so refined when we're
Left to our own devices
Isn′t it nice to know your vices?


Little miss discretion
Likes to run through the intersections
When she arrives without design
It leaves me so unsatisfied

Oh
Darling, you know
I'm only a man
I can′t understand

Chance is for the cautious few
Who don't make up for the abuse
Why don′t love me?
Why don't you leave me?
Why don't you oh
Show me the door

Those parlor tricks are so divine when we′re
Left to our own devices
The sweetest kicks are so refined when we′re
Left to our own devices
Isn't it nice to know your vices?


Little miss discretion
Likes to run through the intersections
When she arrives without design
It leaves me so unsatisfied
Little miss discretion
Likes to run through the intersections
When she arrives without design
It leaves me so unsatisfied

You know it leaves me so unsatisfied
It leaves me so unsatisfied
′Cause lately we've been riding high on
Crimes, hits and politics