In A Radio Song Okkervil River

[Intro]
Black, black sheep boy
Blue-eyed charmer
Head hanging with horns
From your father

[Verse 1]
Oh
In a cold little mirror you were grown
By a black little wind you were blown
Alone, alone, alone

[Verse 2]
Cold 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

[Verse 3]
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