In A Radio Song Lyrics

In A Radio Song

Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your
father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you
were blown, alone, alone, alone. Sad smile on your lips, you shake and shiver.
Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To
a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along. Warm light when
your eyes fill with laughter. Some animal lies in the pasture, holes in its
throat where the blood was drawn, in its mouth where the tongue was torn by
your claws, your claws, your claws. I rose from a dream; we were running from
every being that was hunting, but we let them get ahead of us. We let them lie
in wait for us. We’re fucked, we’re fucked, we’re fucked.
I rose from a dream; I had just destroyed everything with one crushing blow,
and I woke up and watched it go, and I woke up and wagged my tongue. So long,
so long, so