I won't let it go cold When summer has left the room This curtain is closing I'm not stayin' to see the end I won't watch it grow old When summer
anything about us or anything at all. At night he lies awake, and his heart aches, cos its cold - ohh ohh old, he sweats it out all the night through
And the gun in the puddle of blood is no fun, 'Cause it's all an ambition to take a thing home And the cold in his eye's untouched by anyone But caught
was meant to make money And I don't need a band to get hot girls to fuck me Some say I'm heartless some say I'm just cold But I just call it growing old
pains and aches of life in general Don't be such a miser At the most a fiver's all you pay Many's the time I have wondered about what it is I want you all
need to hide behind that wall, to keep your feelings inside at all, to convert your life into boring numbers hey-ho! wake up from your slumbers (while you sleep) i have my fun