Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

The type of memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glass

Mother came rushing in

She said we didn't see a thing

We said we didn't see a thing

And father left at eight

Nearly splintering the gate

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

The type of memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glass

And though you were

Just a little squirrel

You understood every word

And in this way

They gave you clarity

A col blooded clarity

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Though how can I stand

And laugh with the man

Who redefined your body

How can I stand

And laugh with the man

Who redefined your body

Those cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times