Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains
|
We get along and their very boones decay
|
Try to find what little else remain
|
My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained
|
|
You try to make a living by using what you got
|
But the way that it's been going
|
Well you gonna get shot
|
He's an old cold hand
|
|
Missfortune passed down from long times ago
|
Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold
|
I heard you're really out here all alone
|
I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne
|
|
You try to make a living by using what you got
|
But the way that it's been going
|
Well you better run fast
|
He's an old cold hand
|
|
Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains
|
We get along and their very boones decay
|
Try to find what little else remain
|
My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained
|
|
You try to make a living by using what you got
|
But the way that it's been going
|
Well you gonna get shot
|
He's an old cold hand
|
|
You try to make a living by using what you got
|
But the way that it's been going
|
Well you better run fast
|
He's an old cold hand
|
He's an old cold hand
|
He's an old cold hand
|
|
-----------------
|
Cold Hands
|
| Black Lips |
