Angels falling out the sky like they’re racing straight to hell
Brothers drinking bourbon like they’re racing straight to jail
Last one to hit the fire is first to make the bail

Shadows keep secrets hostage
Until souls explode or melt
Deal from the stacked deck until the black ace is dealt


Chorus:
She walks to the door like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like old men crying
She walks to the door like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like young men dying


Trade your soul for shadow games
And watch her smile widen
Close your eyes and try to dream
And feel her talons tighten

Should have walked the ancient path
And sought the narrow gate
Crimson lies and smoky eyes
Have sealed up your fate

She walks to the door like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like old men crying
She dances on your soul like cigar smoke rising
Heels click the floor like young men dying