The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
Painted so many towns
Painted them up and down
Down to the broken ground
Pointed the last one, for now
Soon I will stow away
Into the cool nightshade
Watching fireworks fly
In the reservation sky
Found only hell to pay
Draggin' these bones all day
Sun-up to cocktail time
Dragged 'em till I was blind
The field full of also-rans
Stealin' my used up plans
All of my friends were there
They couldn't believe I cared
When I put my cold eye to it X2
And I couldn't say no
Luck is the thing I make
Luck is the thing you break
After it all went wrong
Before I was good as gone
Deep in the beggin' bowl
I found some scraps to take
Drank from your poison jar
Found I was wide awake
When I, put my cold eye to it X2
And I never said no, no I
Never said no
When I, put my cold eye to it X2
Yes, I put my cold eye to it
And I never said no, no I
Never said no