Flank lyrics

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