Cold Blooded Old Times

Cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times

The memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glass

My mother came rushing in

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 types of memories

Turn your bones to glass, turn your bones to glass

I know you were just a little squirrel

Understood every word

In this way, gave you clarity, a cold-blooded clarity.

Cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times.

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?

Cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times