Two-thousand and seventeen master! Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied The mission To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world That just keeps folding I don't know, Who is the group

Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your

Sally scanned me right out the condo How quick, How quick the mind goes Game meets game that's how the life goes Stripped the boy out of his house coat Higggggggh, high up in the sky Cold as ice Tell no lies Sally, Sally

Sitting up, late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say, "Dave you're mental anyway" hey! Drift into a deeper

Everything that you've done I am the one who crawled through the wire Silent and froze in the mud I know a cold as cold as it gets Blew out the light of my soul To the end of the earth I search for your face For the one who laid all of our beauty to

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

In the someday what's that sound? Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my fulfill Broken heart and broken bones Think about some capsules of horse pills One more quirky cliched phrase

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling