When the music stops Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be

Ice dripping, cold sweat Ice, Ice dripping, cold sweat This pressure ain't for everybody Why you ain't so heavy on my body, body Spine, shivers, eyes, met Head, in it, heart, set Cold, on my mind, yeah I like being alone I'm out here, spend plenty of

Blood side out I'm down again Got a wine soaked heart There's a siren in the distance And whisky soaked lips Don't know how to get to you But I know how to get my kicks Out in the cold and damp Out on the streets just like a tramp

Then we'll shoot across the sky So high, so high Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah We're on a symphony I'm feeling drunk and high Then we'll shoot across the Drink from me, drink from me (oh-ah-oh-ah) Oh, angels sent from up above Put your wings on me, wings on me

(calling your names) Away from the games (fucking head games) The circumstances of a world so cold Away from the name Away from the stones (throw sticks and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us Away from the space

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips

'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer So leave that click in my head But you know your desire Don't hold a glass over the flame Don't let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road But hold me fast, hold me fast And hold me fast, hold

Da da da da I feel uptight when I walk in the city I feel so cold when I'm at home Feels like everything's starting to hit me I lost bed ten minutes ago Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing Modern guilt I'm under lock and key It's not what I have changed,

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You