Can't Stop Crying - Those Poor Bastards

Dialing the devil on a rotary phone

But he wouldn’t answer guess the lines were down

It was cold I was shaking there were cracks in the door

The wind it was blowing with a terrible roar

I got to thinking this is all a big joke

Behind a glass curtain I heard someone choke

So I took my bottle with the crossbones and skull

And swallowed it down oh it tasted so dull

Then I tried to grab hold of your pretty hand

But the smoke in my eyes made it too hard to stand

Something was burning I think it was me

Looks like i’ll be crying indefinitely

I can’t stop crying no more

I can’t stop crying no more

I can’t stop crying