Dead Man's Chill - Danielle Dax

I see your red eyes shining

Down on me

And the odor of week-end whiskey

Sweat and greed

Drunken fumbling

Awkward limbs

Curses made at the dawn

Cold customer what’s the score?

Cold customer feel a dead man claw

I feel your clammy skin

And my heart just misses a beat

Cold customer what’s the score?

You made a silver palace

Just for me

And put in everything

A girl could need

As I sit in my guilded cage

You throw away the key

Cold customer what’s the thrill?

Cold customer feel a dead man chill

Oh sick lover

Never know another

Till the day you set me free

Cold customer what’s the thrill?

Cold customer what’s the thrill?

Cold customer feel a dead man chill

Cold customer what’s the thrill?

Cold customer feel a dead man chill