Cold

There's a man outside and he's got a gun
As far as I can Tell
He's Cold
He's Cold
We just in the Cadillac coupe de ville
And I wonder if it's me they want to kill
Their Cold
Their Cold
I spend my days
Just losing control
Wasting away
So Co-o-o-o-old
The Devil's here and he's on the prowl
And he don't give a shit
He's Cold
He's Cold
There's an underground station down south of there
And I know where you've been
And you don't
And you don't
I spend my days
Just losing control
Wasting away
So Co-o-o-old
Can't you see
They're after me
The story's told
So Co-o-o-o-old
I spend my days
Just losing control
Wasting away
So Co-o-o-old
Can't you see
They're after me
The story's told
So Co-o-o-o-old
There's a man out back and he's still got a gun
And he looks fucking pissed
And Cold
He's Cold
I once shot a man for touching me
And playing with my kids
I'm Cold
He's Cold



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Antonio Joseph Carrillo
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