Cold Comfort Lane

In the back bar there's a blind spot
Roll the dice and rack your cards up
Don't push your luck and loose your money
All your cheap tricks wont 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 your finished we'll start over again

Dare to square up for the last bout
Bear 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 blearing through the encore
As you tear me from the dance floor

Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby when your finished we'll start over 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 can 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