cool, cool, bitter and coldnthe heart is metal andnthe times are boldnthe ku klux kross is tall and oldni went to see it,ni went to see itnna fire in the hearth to warm your hidenwinter keeps everyone insidenmardi gras' just a carpet ridenbut everyone's dirty by ash wednesdayneveryone's dirty by ash wednesdaynnand i hear you hearnnyou come into this graveyard townnlet your good-times lay you downnyou look around and scratch and coughnfor some old bonesnnred white and blue leaves on the treesnbetsy ross and the devil make threenso light a match, and hold a stonenuntil they call younuntil they call younnburn your crops with a fire insidencall your mother on the phone and liensun-drenched, talk about it everydaynblessed with a miraclennthe kids were throwin' stones atna bird on the streetnthe birds are just tryin' to make ends meetnso to make ends meet i threw a stonenand kids fell fallin'nand kids fell fallin'nnand i hear you here