Cold Blooded Old Times

Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to gla*s Turn your bones to gla*s Mother came rushing in She 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 type of memories That turn your bones to gla*s Turn your bones to gla*s And though you were Just a little squirrel You understood every word And in this way They gave you clarity A cold blooded clarity Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Though 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