Cold Blooded Old Times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old timesThe type of memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glassMother came rushing in

She said, we didn't see a thing

We said, we didn't see a thingAnd father left at eight

Nearly splintering the gate

Cold blooded old timesCold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old timesThe type of memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glassAnd though you were

Just a little squirrel

You understood every wordAnd in this way

They gave you clarity

A cold blooded clarityCold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old timesThough 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?Those cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times