Tác giả : Walkabouts, The
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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