Rope

A Hitchcock cameo you blink and then it's over
But no-one gets away for free
The doors are locked our guns are cocked
Weight is off our shoulders
Our wants are greater than our needs

Just enough slack in the rope
Enough to make sure that we choke
Hanging by the end of a rope
Grasp for any semblance of hope

A tracking shot that never stops careful not to look away
It's hope that brings us to our knees
To catch a thief defies belief learn to fight another day
Black and white ambition bleeds

Just enough slack in the rope
Enough to make sure that we choke
Just enough slack in the rope
The only way that we can possibly cope

We're all Norman Bates and swallowing our hate
Pretending to be be someone we're not
There's no Jimmy Stewart to save us from our fate
We're digging up our own family plot

Just stare out at the courtyard and try to find the killer
Everyone in view is suspect
The blood on our hands should seem all too familiar
We're tightening the noose on our necks

Just enough slack in the rope
Enough to make sure that we choke
Hanging by the end of a rope
Impossible to see through the smoke
Impossible to possibly cope

Vertigo look out below, frenzied blur the wrong man knows
There's no one there to break up our fall
Saboteur is in the mirror no escape a coast not clear
The final shot is learning to crawl

Just enough slack in the rope
Enough to make sure that we choke
Hanging by the end of a rope
Grasp for any semblance of hope

Just enough slack in the rope
Enough to make sure that we choke
Hanging by the end of a rope
Draining any semblance of hope
Just enough slack in the rope
Just enough slack in the rope
Just enough slack in the rope
Just enough slack in the rope



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Huntsman, Patrick Sweeney
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