Dead Cold

Another place
The same old scene
Another face
Bruised and punched in

A futile land
Lika a crucifix in a dead man’s hand

A concealed scheme
Another lie
Replace weak bricks
And stack ‘em high

A futile land
Like a crucifx in a dead man’s hand

A nation sold
Dead cold

A futile land
Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand