Wanna take the words you're speaking off your tongue Pull color from the summer skies Wanna make the birds forget all of their songs Pull wings off all the butterflies (Someone said the)
Earth's gone rotten to the core Suffer for what you adore (Ahh-ahh) When death comes knocking at my door I'm supposed to thank the lord for the fact that I was born
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world
Put you in the ground, throw money at your grave Then tell you that you're still alive Watch the beauty drown, cold-blooded in the wave Then smile while you apologize (Someone said the)
Earth's gone rotten to the core Suffer for what you adore (Ahh-ahh) When death comes knocking at my door I'm supposed to thank the lord for the fact that I was born [Chorus] Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
