Cold Hard Hands

Ain’t got no rhythm in these cold hard hands
Ain’t got no fluid running round inside my head
Ain’t got no feeling in these cold complacent legs
Can’t find no reason not to let the beast be fed
The beast be

Time passes like unbuckled boots through mud
Time passes but the end can never come

These cold hard hands

Ain’t got no music in this broken throat
Ain’t got wind inside to conjure up the notes
Ain’t got no love left for these ghosts inside my head
Can’t find no reason not to let the beast be fed
The beast be

CHORUS

These cold hard hands…

Why does all sense seem to die on me?
Is this some kind of drunken conspiracy?
Give me a moment to keep on whining
That don’t mean I’m going to stop trying.

These cold hard hands…

 

 

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