Cold Eye by Walkabouts, The

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