Cold Hands - Black Lips

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains

We get along and their very boones decay

Try to find what little else remain

My heart still beating but I’m feeling so restrained

You try to make a living by using what you got

But the way that it’s been going

Well you gonna get shot

He’s an old cold hand

Missfortune passed down from long times ago

Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold

I heard you’re really out here all alone

I’m stuck in limbo and you’re perched atop a throne

You try to make a living by using what you got

But the way that it’s been going

Well you better run fast

He’s an old cold hand

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains

We get along and their very boones decay

Try to find what little else remain

My heart still beating but I’m feeling so restrained

You try to make a living by using what you got

But the way that it’s been going

Well you gonna get shot

He’s an old cold hand

You try to make a living by using what you got

But the way that it’s been going

Well you better run fast

He’s an old cold hand

He’s an old cold hand

He’s an old cold hand