The Chasers - 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