Lyrics:
It was so cold in hellI remember it wellIt was so cold that yearIt was colder than hellThings haven't been goodSo you leave for a whileI was off on a tourI hadn't heardEve dropped inWith the letter he wroteAnd I read it aloudTo prove that I couldThe neighbor boys laughingCause you know anwarWe never thoughtQuite enough goodWe thought that we knew youAnd I guess that we don'tIn heaven no moreTo repeat the pastWe called you the black penRemember that?The sea is wideThe streets are longAnd there's blood on all our handsAnd the cat is goneAnd only what's left to usIs history built on dustThere was sweat on a cold sourceOf missions and governmentsSupplies and victoriesGood girl and king to pleaseThe still keys are everywhereIn a thousand yard stareWe all end up the sameLike little lambs to meet their end