Bill Callahan - Cold-Blooded Old Times lyrics

Cold-blooded old times The type of memories That turns your bones to gla** Turns your bones to gla** 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 The type of memory That turns your bones to gla** Turns your bones to gla** And though you where Just a little swirl You understood every word And in this way they gave you clarity A cold-blooded clarity Cold-blooded old times Now how can I stand And laugh with the man Who redefined your body Those cold-blooded old times...