Lyrics Cold Call - Gutter Demons

Cold Call

Another night under the table.
Nightbird to hard to handle
This joint is rotting to the core.
Not what you were looking for
Sweep hand made it’s round again.
You keep an eye on the backdoor
You’re all in again.
You’re sick and tired to be poor
They say you can trust anyone but always cut the cards
You are the dealer and you’re in luck tonight
You got a bad beat.
You can’t shake it
Cold call anytime you use it
Drag your feet to the graveyard shift.
For a goner it’s the perfect fit
You keep closing them honky tonks.
You’re all tire and junk
Sweep hand made it’s round again.
You keep an eye on the backdoor
You’re all in again.
You keep asking for more
Just one more please just one more.
This time i’m gonna clean the floor
Lord take that losing hand and make it win my friend
Sweep hand made it’s round again.
You keep an eye on the backdoor
You’re all in again.
You’re feeling so sore