Okkervil River Lyrics
In a Radio Song (Black Sheep Boy III)
Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your
father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you
were blown, alone, alone, alone. Sad smile on your lips, you shake and shiver.
Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To
a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along. Warm light when
your eyes fill with laughter. Some animal lies in the pasture, holes in its
throat where the blood was drawn, in its mouth where the tongue was torn by your
claws, your claws, your claws. I rose from a dream; we were running from every
being that was hunting, but we let them get ahead of us. We let them lie in wait
for us. We're fucked, we're fucked, we're fucked. I rose from a dream; I had
just destroyed everything with one crushing blow, and I woke up and watched it
go, and I woke up and wagged my tongue. So long, so long, so long.