Cold Heart of Mine

Cold heart of mine
Let me celebrate your losses all the time
Build a monument out of bitterness and goodbyes
Cold heart of mine

All of my life
I’ve drank up my calamities like wine
A marauding king, I took everything that wasn’t mine
All of my life

All the boys ’round here
They are enough to turn
Innocent girls into loaded guns
Oh, but heads will roll
From Chicago to Glasgow
Winter in July
Cold heart of mine

Don’t raise me high
The pieta was an image I despised
While your drink was spiked by a life sized Christ
Though the drug was good still you paid in blood
Now your weeping sons were the guilty ones
Last friday night
Don’t raise me high

All the boys ’round here…