Lyrics:

In a pretty sane reaction to a stone-cold month of Mondays
In a parking lot adjacent to the off-ramp for the freeway
The moon was dancing in the clouds
The wind was playing on the trees
With a tube stuck through the window
It's as easy as 1, 2, 3
With a tube stuck through the window
He stuck by his decision to asphyxiate his fears
On the coldest day of the year
The mind keeps drifting backwards toward the formative years
With nausea, not nostalgia; the bells are ringing in the ears
The temptation to homogenize
The compulsion to submerge
Beneath a quantity of beer
On the coldest day of the year
Depression and detention and a rock to let off tension
Depression and detention and a rock to let off tension
Depression and detention and a rock to let off tension
Depression and detention and a rock to let off tension
Carbon monoxide, carbon monoxide
Pulse like a receding tide
Can't you feel it slip away?
Can't you feel it slip away?
On the coldest day of the year
On the coldest day of the year
On the coldest day of the year
On the coldest day of the year

The earth which fed you now consumes you
The earth which fed you now consumes you
The earth which fed you now consumes you
The earth which fed you now consumes you
The earth which fed you now consumes you
The earth which fed you now consumes you
On the coldest day of the year
On the coldest day of the year
Carbon monoxide, carbon monoxide
Pulse like a receding tide
The coldest day of the year
On the coldest day of the year
Pulse like a receding tide
The pulse was like a receding tide
The coldest day of the year
On the coldest day of the year
No one remembers what day it was
But everyone knows the trouble he'd seen
The surface details all checked out
There was no way to know for sure or not
Split second and the decision
Could've meant the wrong decision
Could've made it go the other way