I'm missing a piece of the puzzle, And this time I know, we're in trouble. You got me spinning in circles And wondering where did the love go. You
Come on Play it Play it on, baby I don't care alright, about your past, dig I just want hey, my love to last, come on I don't care hit the band about
Oh, sinning is a gentilized journey Take Jesus as your daily guide Though you may feel pure and saintly Without Him walking by your side And when you
Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And I ain't goin' be treated this old way, this old way And I ain't goin' be treated this
I'm a product of America Walls to the prisons Cold metal [Incomprehensible] Tractors caught me working We sin, how we, how we sin Cold metal, cold
Cold brains Unmoved, untouched, unglued Alone at last And no thoughts No mind to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride
Lying on my back on a railway Looking at the sky and its full moon In the back of my head I feel the rumbling wheels Shaking my memories It's getting
Cold December nights like this make me really scared You're not really there And my tree is really bare Another lonely night No gifts, no toys underneath
In the middle of the summer I'm not sleeping, cold wind blowing In the middle of the night They try to find me but I'm still driving If you're going
Come to me, run to me, do and be done with me Cold, cold, cold Don't I exist for you, don't I still live for you Cold, cold, cold Everything I possess
Cold on the inside In phases my lights die Staring through ardent eyes I love you, but I lied Cold on the inside In faces a smile dies Staring through
Well, I will do without The spaces in between If you can tell me now What it means to be You have been found out I have been deceived By the one that
Gotta leave town Got another appointment Spent all my rent Girl you know I enjoyed it, yeah Ain't gonna hang around Till there's nobody dancing I don
Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways Chillin'
You say you?re unhappy It?s time for you to leave I can feel it in your fingers In the very way that you breathe You wanna be fair Well, love never is
'Cause some things just, don't change It's better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name Some on the biggest days they came
When I left the trees, had no green leaves Like your love everything had died I said, ?If I ever come back to you It'll be a cold day in July? The winter
The coldest shoulder cast in metal, frozen to the bone To rely on hook, line and sinker What a sinker, sinking like a stone You'd be better off alone