Cold-blooded old times   Cold-blooded old times   Cold-blooded old times      The type of memories   that turn your bones to glass   turn your bones to glass      mother came rushing in   she said we didn't see a thing   we said we didn't see a thing      and father left at eight   nearly splintering the gate   cold-blooded old times      Cold-blooded old times   Cold-blooded old times   Cold-blooded old times      the type of memories   that turn your bones   turn your bones to glass      and though you were   just a little squirrel   you understood every word      and in this way   they gave you clarity   a cold-blooded clarity      Cold-blooded old times   Cold-blooded old times   Cold-blooded old times      though how can I stand   and laugh with the man   who redefined your body?      how can I stand   and laugh with the man   who redefined your body?      those cold-blooded old times   cold-blooded old times   cold-blooded old times