Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Cold Cold World



How's it going to end?  Everyone wants to know.   Show me all your faces before I let go. 

Come, come, come, fire me.  Being human isn't all its cracked up to be.  Come, come, come, hire me.  I can be the sweetest devil heaven has ever seen.  

It's a cold cold world, throw the saints into the sea.   While you're at it, discard me. 

How's it going  to end?  We all want to know.   Show me all your sins before I let go.  Mr. Brightside can't satisfy you.  (Not like me.)  Mr. Big Shot can't pacify you.  (Not like me.)  Come, come, come, fire me.  Being yours is too lonely.  Come, come, come, hire me.  I can be a part time anything. 

It's a cold cold world.  The butterflies don't have wings.  The bees make honey and love, it stings.  It's a cold cold world, throw the saints into the sea.  Take God out of the children and have them pray for me. 

It's a cold cold world, take me as I am.  Take the children out of God and you just have an angry old man. 

How's it going to end?  We're all dying to know.  Let me swim with the saints before you let me go.  Come, come, come, over and over again.









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