****, I Hate The Cold

Too many years on the rinks of
Montreal.
Too many years in the lofts of old
TO. Too many nights in the bowels of
Avenue B.
Too many days in the arms of
Lady T. Or maybe
I'm just getting old, 'cause, ****,
I hate the cold.
Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.
He told me how he love the best about me
And then he told me what was best
And maybe
I'm just getting old,
But, ****,
I hate the cold.
Too much fun on the roads of the
USA. Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.
Too much time on this winding trail
Of a tale yet to be told
Baby, I'm getting old
And, ****,
I hate the cold.
I ******* hate it.
I hate the cold.
I ******* hate the cold.