Turn to Shit - Anti-Nowhere League

I can’t feel my fingers, I can’t feel my toes, 'cuz I am cold — I’m so cold

I can’t seem to focus, I can’t catch my breath, 'cuz I am cold — I’m so cold

'Cuz everything I do, just turns to shit

And everything I touch just turns to shit

Now I’m on the TV, I’m doing what I’m told

I push my face up to the sun, but still I feel so cold

I’m just like a dummy, a puppet on a string

But I am cold — I’m so cold

Everything I had just turns to shit

Everything I see just turns to shit

Turns to shit, turns to shit, my life has turned to shit!

Well everything I do, just turns to shit

And everything I touch, just turns to shit

I was in your kitchen, I was watching you

You were hot as a solder spot, But still I felt so cold

I crept through your window, my hands around your neck

And now you’re cold — you’re so cold

'Cuz everything I see, just turns to shit

And everything I touch, just turns to shit

Everything I have, just turns to shit

And everything I do just turns to shit

Turns to shit, turns to shit it turns to shit

Shit shit, glorious shit!

(Here we go again.)

Shit shit glorious shit