Cold Call - Gutter Demons

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