Cut to the Chase

Hold her tight just like a doll, falling backwards down the stairs Trains are howling into the dark (saddest sound you'll ever hear) Sell out to the side that lost, buying souls that can't be found Worth exactly what they cost (lives collapse without a sound) Blown away like paper bags before the rain Shadow falls across her face Light is sinking in her eyes like diamonds in a drain Cut to the chase Scraping for something to talk about Words just fall down on the floor Searching for something to fill in the cracks Changing the sign on the door: no way out Headlights catch her in the fog Carved in halogen and steel Crawling hungry like a dog (Spirit broken on the wheel) Telephone is ringing in an empty booth Thousand miles from this place Voices ringing in her head (She hopes they tell the truth) --- Cut to the Chase - Cop Shoot Cop