Cold World - 8 Graves

You’re speaking off your tongue

Pull color from the summer skies

Wanna make the birds

Forget all of their songs

Pull wings off all the butterflies

(Someone said the)

Earth’s gone rotten to the core

Suffer for what you adore (ah-ah)

When death comes knocking at my door

I’m supposed to thank the Lord

For the fact that I was born

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

Put you in the ground

Throw money at your grave

Then tell you that you’re still alive

Watch the beauty drown

Cold-blooded in the wave

Then smile while you apologize

(Someone said the)

Earth’s gone rotten to the core

Suffer for what you adore (ah-ah)

When death comes knocking at my door

I’m supposed to thank the Lord

For the fact that I was born

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world

We’re livin' in

Oh, my, my

What a cold, cold world