Cold Comfort Lane - Holy Moly & The Crackers

In the back bar there’s a blind spot

Throw the dice and rack your cards up

Don’t push your luck and lose your money

All your cheap tricks won’t impress me

Those pocket queens and closet aces

Full house of painted faces

Dealing out suited connectors

Your winning smile is infectious

Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane

Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again

Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane

Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again

Dare to square up for the last bout

Bare your chest and dance your heart out

I only meant to make your bones shake

Please forgive me if my lips quake

I’m at a stand still in your hot clutch

Yet you tell me you don’t dance much

Horns blaring through the encore

As you tear me from the dance floor

Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane

Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again

Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane

Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again

The Circus calls, put on your red lips

Walk the floor, put on your red lips

You’re just her type

She’s got you in her sights

Heavy breathing smoke embraces

Syrup smile, sambuca chasers

Dim the lights and light your tabs up

After hours we’ll kiss and make up

The Circus calls, put on your red lips

Walk the floor, put on your red lips

You’re just her type

She’s got you in her sights