Cold Was The Wind

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
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 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, I'm gonna miss my girls
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 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, blows