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Cold Lord
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The first of December brought death in a hospice bed
Stole my father's breath from my holding hand
He's a cold lord
While in San Diego on tour in June
I was phoned with news
My dad's ma Wilma was stolen too
He's a cold lord
I'll go from singing spiteful hallelujahs
into the barrel of a cheap gun
To singing the same old hallelujahs
into the storefront window of the kingdom
"Oh, God, meet your bastard son
I came to show you your job was such an easy one
I put a bullet in my brain
To steal the pleasure you take
From being cold"
On Sand Mountain, July pryed
A friend of mine from my bottle of wine
to a downhill ride
He's a cold lord
Now, the devil and I have been spending time
Talking shit on your pride and joys
And countless homicides
You're a cold lord
And now a pill here and there
Mixed with whiskey clear and brown
Keeps me down but feeling free
From the cold lord
I'll go from singing spiteful hallelujahs
Into the barrel of a cheap gun
To singing the same old hallelujahs
Into the storefront window of the kingdom
The cold gets you so stoned, rattles your bones,
Makes the blood flow like wine
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