Cold Was The Wind

cold was the wind on my frozen face

but i didn’t mind cuz i was long gone

cold was the wind upon my brow and below that

well, you don’t want  know at all

cold was the wind

christmas in siberia with a little bitty case of the delirium tremens

for some reason picture roger clemens

but mike schmidt’s more of the city i came with

cross my heart and hope to die

stick a needle in my

butter around your bread

cold was the wind on my naked brow and below that

well, you don’t want to know at all

cold wind blows

cold wind blows on my naked brow

sun sets down on the sacred cow

you better goddamn miss me when i’m gone

cuz god’s gonna damn me up or down there

wherever it is they’re gonna give me the business

wherever it is i’m gonna miss my girls

on a plane i’m drinking red wine

cuz like everybody else i’m afraid to die

did i mention that i’m afraid of dying?

think i heard my daughter crying

so i pick her on up, spin her around,

heaven on earth is what i found

cold wind blows on my naked brow

and below that

well, you don’t want to know at all

cold wind blows

cold wind blows

cold wind blows