Radio was bleeding

Cold and lonesome over

Sugar blood and sand

Wanted to be your game for a little while

Dusted off and in your hand

Taste enough to wreck

Pull the smoke out from your angels

Frost out from your blues

Heard some scratching

Slow and even on the door

Scrape me off this barroom

Wanted to be your game for a little while

Dusted off and in your hand

Taste enough to wreck

Pull the smoke out from your angels

Frost out from your blues