The coldest shoulder cast in metal
Frozen to the bone
To rely on hook, line and sinker
What a sinker, sinkin' like a stone
You'd be better off alone

She saw me on the television underneath the sun
Thought that I was warm like a mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I don't long to belong

Cold, been excommunicated 'cos I'm
Cold, My temperature's been rated and I'm
Cold, bring to me my big old sweater
Nothin' more will make me better

I met her on a Monday
And my heart did nothing new
Seems she thought of me as some mystic
Fatalistic, mystical guru
Me, I haven't got a clue

But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
You can see the world like a Buddha
Bread and Buddha, bigger than your hurt
Don't you know that love is work

Cold, no heat on the horizon, guess I'm
Cold, and Capricorn is rising, yes I'm
Cold, listened to my old friend Nockles
Hoped that it would warm the cockles

You can't fight the fear you can't, this is the road you're on
You don't belong to me you don't belong to any one
Your reputation lies not in your eyes but those who dare
Will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs
When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead

In the flood with my blood, I can hold you
In the flood with my blood

Cold, been excommunicated 'cos I'm
Cold, my temperature's been rated and I'm
Cold, bring to me my big old sweater
Nothin' more will make me better

Cold, no heat on the horizon, guess I'm
Cold, there'll be no compromising
Cold, cool, cold

Stone cold
Stone cold
Stone cold
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