Cut to the Chase - Cop Shoot Cop

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)