Dead Flowers - Out In The Cold

Breath is a drag yet everyone sigh
As the kids in the backyards are growing up high
Every gun's loaded the bottom is reached
We're buried in bars down on our knees
No fix for the pukers no shot for their fear
No oil in the ground no salt in our tears
Blood on a ceiling a cross on a wall
When Jericho's rising Babylon will fall
Out in the cold
Out in the cold
Out in the cold you better be bold
A taste of romance with a smell of disgrace
The city of hope is getting dirt in its face
Eden is doomed and paradise is cracked
Past is forgotten and the future is black
Everything's poisoned and bring us disease
We're crawling in mud and walking in grease
The king is on the rooftop burning his crown
The sun is rising and shit going down
Out in the cold
Out in the cold
Out in the cold you better be bold
Rain is falling and refilling the flood
The color is red from the spilling of blood
The heat's getting stronger the music's so loud
I'm one in a mass I'm alone in the crowd
Out in the cold
Out in the cold
Out in the cold you better be bold

Written by:
Joar Aksnes

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