****, I Hate The Cold

Too many years on the rinks of

Montreal.

Too many years in the lofts of old

TO. Too many nights in the bowels of

Avenue B.

Too many days in the arms of

Lady T. Or maybe

I'm just getting old, 'cause, ****,

I hate the cold.

Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.

Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.

He told me how he love the best about me

And then he told me what was best

And maybe

I'm just getting old,

But, ****,

I hate the cold.

Too much fun on the roads of the

USA. Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.

Too much time on this winding trail

Of a tale yet to be told

Baby, I'm getting old

And, ****,

I hate the cold.

I ******* hate it.

I hate the cold.

I ******* hate the cold.