Glaiciers
Some nights I feel so cold
My fingertips sense nothing
It feels long until the sun comes
Some days it feels so cold
The wind just keeps on rushing
It seems so long until it's done
You see it's frozen me
I'll tell you openly
It's not the goddamn way that it's supposed to be
So no wonder it's no fun in the tundra
When your one in a hundred, cold-blooded
Get gutted you motherfucker
You see it's frozen me
I'll tell you openly
It's not the goddamn way that it's supposed to be
So no wonder it's no fun in the tundra
When your one in a hundred, cold-blooded
Get gutted you motherfucker
Don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
I said I don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
Sometimes I feel so cold
I can't feel a fucking thing
Then you come in where I dwell
And every motherfucking thing starts to melt
Now burn it up
Everybody gets so sick of me
Cuz I fool all of them with my trickery
When the whole world burns like hickory
I'm gonna raise my arms in victory
Don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
I said I don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
You see it's frozen me
I'll tell you openly
It's not the goddamn way that it's supposed to be
So no wonder it's no fun in the tundra
When you're one in a hundred, cold-blooded
Get gutted you motherfucker
How can we make it out
When there's not a plow
Coming for us now
How can we make it out
When there's not a plow
Coming for us now
Now, now
Some nights it feels so cold
My fingertips sense nothing
It seems long until the sun comes
Some days it feels so cold
The wind just keeps on rushing
It seems so long until it's done
Don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
I said I don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
My fingertips sense nothing
It feels long until the sun comes
Some days it feels so cold
The wind just keeps on rushing
It seems so long until it's done
You see it's frozen me
I'll tell you openly
It's not the goddamn way that it's supposed to be
So no wonder it's no fun in the tundra
When your one in a hundred, cold-blooded
Get gutted you motherfucker
You see it's frozen me
I'll tell you openly
It's not the goddamn way that it's supposed to be
So no wonder it's no fun in the tundra
When your one in a hundred, cold-blooded
Get gutted you motherfucker
Don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
I said I don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
Sometimes I feel so cold
I can't feel a fucking thing
Then you come in where I dwell
And every motherfucking thing starts to melt
Now burn it up
Everybody gets so sick of me
Cuz I fool all of them with my trickery
When the whole world burns like hickory
I'm gonna raise my arms in victory
Don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
I said I don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
You see it's frozen me
I'll tell you openly
It's not the goddamn way that it's supposed to be
So no wonder it's no fun in the tundra
When you're one in a hundred, cold-blooded
Get gutted you motherfucker
How can we make it out
When there's not a plow
Coming for us now
How can we make it out
When there's not a plow
Coming for us now
Now, now
Some nights it feels so cold
My fingertips sense nothing
It seems long until the sun comes
Some days it feels so cold
The wind just keeps on rushing
It seems so long until it's done
Don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
I said I don't feel bad, I don't feel pretty
I'm a champion of the people
With the keys to the City
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Writer(s): Jason Perrott
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