Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.
He told me how he love the best about me
And then he told me what was best
And maybe I'm just getting old,
But, f*ck, I hate the cold.
Too much fun on the roads of the USA.
Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.
Too much time on this winding trail
Of a tale yet to be told
Baby, I'm getting old
And, f*ck, I hate the cold.
I f*cking hate it.
I hate the cold.
I f*cking hate the cold.