Cold Blooded Old Times

Intro: 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 how can I stand and laugh with the man who redefined your body? how can I stand and laugh with the man who redefined your body? in those cold-blooded old times cold-blooded old times cold-blooded old times