To all my people goin' through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep your head up, fuck what they said 'Cause you
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow Gonna find a true love that is where I want to go Out where them chilly winds don't blow Sing your song,
boldy forging on plains of kansas on both sides a new book to fill endless highway and miles and miles of ambition the unknown makes a turn and heads
If you don't treat me better If you don't treat me better Baby, I'll just run away, ohh yeah Baby, I don't know what drives you To play these silly games
I remember, oh yeah The signs of springtime There were birds, music Everywhere, everywhere Some of us played, oh yeah And some of us cried Can?t you
Another hotel With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own
Hunger and the lights are off, honey Trying to find my head Don't recall laying down In this black bed Cold toes on the cold floor Cold toes on the cold
In walking sleep and faded sight In countless desperate steps Trudging crossed a dead end world Clawing to the depths Competing on the treadmill But grieving
Intro: Play, Play the theme, play the theme, play the theme, play... Who can test the, New contender? Who can test the, New. con.ten.der...? *Verse
Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch Where you find out what happens in the end Man on the corner preaching
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
It?s no wonder we?re all scared When our submission makes demands And who the hell are you? Is it asked or forced to do? Do you pray for holiness Or
(...of the beast) You touch my feet without a word And undress you body slowly Showing hunger of dead shoulders To my eyes... Insatiable of trembling
Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory? It's the People's Army that murdered the people
Under a blood-red moon in the cold lakes of Thule Winter shadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness In these shadows of death I
Search for my subconscious Lead me into myself A need to discover the dark A will to enter these gates Oh, this temptation to end this empty life In my
Under the stars, Spanish guitars Sing the Santa Maria outside my room The music's playing on a sweet bougainvillea breeze Romantically, oh, but not for
I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow, oh baby; Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow; I'm goin' where I've never been before, oh baby; Goin