Cold Day Songtext
von The Writhers

Ha ha ha ha ha!
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh-oh-oh)

A piercing breeze
It sure feels chilly
Bomb this tube
Or will it kill me?
They cursed my wax
Lumped me in with the hacks
Don′t listen they are
Nothing but filthy

Clouded by fears
But it's taken me years, ha-ha
They see me here now
They best forget it
Fought claw and tooth
Now it′s my moment of truth, ha-ha
They start to lear now
They will regret it


Across the beach, a spectral yell
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Read the waves, a deadly swell
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh-oh-oh)

On the water
It sure feels silly
To think fools
Thought they could shill me
They spread their lies
But won′t they be surprised
Don′t listen they are
Nothing but filthy

Clouded by fears
But it's taken me years, ha-ha
They see me here now, oh
They best forget it
Fought claw and tooth
Now it′s my moment of truth, ha-ha
Let's sweep these creeps
Under the rug!


Pick-it up!
These people doubted
Now they′re all about it
From near damnation
To social sensation
Put in their place
With spit in their face
My spirits rise
They've been exercised

Across the beach, a spectral yell
It′s gonna be a cold day in Hell
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Read the waves, a deadly swell
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh-oh-oh)

Across the beach, a spectral yell, ha-ha
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh)
Pick-it up, pick-it up, pick-it up (Oh-oh)
Across the beach, a spectral yell, ha-ha
It′s gonna be a cold day in Hell
Go! (Whoa-whoa-oh)
Go! Go! (Oh-oh)
Go!