earth Then other times you scream at me, the hate freezes your soul And it's cold, it feels so cold, it's so cold, it's cold Sometimes we smile, sometimes
Übersetzung: Stiff Little Fingers. Cold.
on earth Then other times you scream at me The hate freezes your soul And it's cold It feels so cold It's so cold It's cold Sometimes we smile Sometimes
to hide but a grave pit So I dove in, I did the dumb shit Took a fall, even at six foot Down the stairs hit a floor And through a door Into a whole new world of stiffs Bodies, heads and sexy little
cross You look a little sick, you look a little lost You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile Excuse me? You're just a little
greed I wish you didn't satisfy my needs Lost count of the times I've forgotten my lines And everyone laughed at the fool So I put you on hold Although it turns me cold
the usual way It's easier to fight Harder just to walk away The streets are empty as you're going home You got your collar turned up against the cold
Mama Papa It's cold in here I'm hurt and I'm bleeding and I'm really scared I don't wanna go back outside Cause the bigboys are waiting and they'll get
begins Kid flicks his magic fingers once and zap that first joints rolled Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and woosh that roach is cold Then
Off begins. Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint's rolled. Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold
my composure? Sure I still wake up to a cold sheet Oh me, oh my You look like a danger The thrill of jumping off a cliff What a stiff Take a risk or
from my palm drip, I?ve got to cold and sober(?) socials in the Arctic, I?ll single-handedly rip through your family make it look like a mob hit, better stiff
not only played the role Had the look, used to jook they mom's pocketbook Later on get they ass whupped for the cash took And the food stamps, little
little too high Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms Yours finger
blood from my palm drip, I?ve got to cold and sober(?) socials in the Arctic, I?ll single-handedly rip through your family make it look like a mob hit, better stiff
