Cold blooded old times
Cold blooded old times
Cold blooded old times
The type of memories
That turn your bones to glass
Turn your bones to glass
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 glass
Turn your bones to glass
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?
Now 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
Cuff The Duke - Cold Blooded Old Times Lyrics
Cuff The Duke - Cold Blooded Old Times Lyrics
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Cold blooded old times
Cold blooded old times
Cold blooded old times
The type of memories
That turn your bones to glass
Turn your bones to glass
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 glass
Turn your bones to glass
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?
Now 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
Cold blooded old times
Cold blooded old times
The type of memories
That turn your bones to glass
Turn your bones to glass
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 glass
Turn your bones to glass
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?
Now 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
Writer: Cuff the Duke, Bill Callahan
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING