Cold was the wind on my frozen face But I didn't mind, 'cause I was long gone
Cold was the wind upon my brow Below that, well, you don't wanna know at all Cold, was the wind (Yeah)
Christmas in Siberia with the little bitty case of the delirium tremens For some reason, picture Roger Clemens But Mike Schmidt's more of the city I came with Crossed my heart, hoped to die Stick a needle in my, butter around your bread
Cold was the wind on my naked brow Below it, well, you don't wanna know at all Cold, wind, blows
Cold wind blows on my naked brow Sun sits down on the sacred cow You better Goddamn miss me when I'm gone 'Cause God's gonna damn me up and down now Wherever it is, they're gonna give me the business Whoever it is, gonna miss my girls On the plane I'm drinkin red wine, 'cause like everybody else I'm afraid to die Did I mention that I'm afraid of dying, think I heard my daughter crying So I pick her on up, spin her around, live it on up, of what I found Cold wind blow on my brow Below it, well, you don't wanna know at all Cold, wind, blowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
