Catbird Seat

A hooker on the steps of Trinity Church, high heels pacing in the sun
Sweat on her lip, swagger in her hip, eyes the color of a gun
Sitting on a bench, cash in his pocket, waiting as the church bells chime
Crows scatter and scream, he makes the sign of the cross then checks his wrist for the time

Little red purse, a bible verse
Sirens on a one-way street
Written in blood in river mud
Killer in the catbird seat, there's a killer in thе catbird seat

Tarmac kisses, a long embracе, a real short walk and she was gone
He replays the scene in his sandstorm dreams, burning in his soul till the dawn
Young lovers slip into a tattoo shop as the stars come alive in the sky
He almost had him a family, he almost had him a wife

Little red purse, a bible verse
Sirens on a one-way street
Written in blood in river mud
Killer in the catbird seat, there's a killer in the catbird seat

Soot swirls silent in the streetlight, night throws a blanket on the day
River rats run through the rotting trash, where the body in the high heels lay
Wind rips leaves from the cottonwood trees, razor wire glistens on the ledge
Moonlight falls on the water, his shadow rises on the bridge

Little red purse, a bible verse
Sirens on a one-way street
Written in blood in river mud
Killer in the catbird seat
There's a killer in the catbird seat