cool, cool, bitter and cold the heart is metal and the times are bold the ku klux kross is tall and old i went to see it, i went to see it
a fire in the hearth to warm your hide winter keeps everyone inside mardi gras' just a carpet ride but everyone's dirty by ash wednesday everyone's dirty by ash wednesday
and i hear you hear
you come into this graveyard town let your good-times lay you down you look around and scratch and cough for some old bones
red white and blue leaves on the trees betsy ross and the devil make three so light a match, and hold a stone until they call you until they call you
burn your crops with a fire inside call your mother on the phone and lie sun-drenched, talk about it everyday blessed with a miracle
the kids were throwin' stones at a bird on the street the birds are just tryin' to make ends meet so to make ends meet i threw a stone and kids fell fallin' and kids fell fallin'