Skin and bones, you never did come home, Crashing on my heart through the telepone. I remember the tall grass wavin,' In past lives, old poems. I musta' lived a lifetime without you, You musta' ended up somebody's angel. I remember you lovin' the radio, New waves, and old stones. Hey, hey, little Tommy gun, I guess we're never gonna end up the lucky ones. Hope I never see you again, Have a round on me, love, halleujah nobody wins. The Queen is gone, she died from a sad song. I lost most of myself pleasin' everyone. I had to learn how to begin again. It's all right, move on. Hey, hey, little Tommy gun, I guess we're never gonna end up the lucky ones. Hope I never see you again, Have a round on me, love, halleujah nobody wins. Halleujah. But have a round on me, friend. Halleujah. If I never see you again. Halleujah. Have a round on me, friend. Halleujah. Hey, hey, little Tommy gun, I guess we're never gonna end up the lucky ones, And hope I never see you again, Have a round on me, love, halleujah. And hey, hey, pretty baby, I still remember you drivin' me crazy. Hope I never see you again, Have a round on me, love, halleujah nobody wins. Halleujah. And nobody wins. Halleujah. And nobody wins. Halleujah. If I never see you again. Halleujah. You can blame it on the wind.