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