In A Radio Song lyrics

Artist  : Okkervil River 
Song : In A Radio Song
 
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