Besedila:
December Quiet Cold

ulcered blood and cements in the fear until the Next time Your senses seem unclear only one thing appears the prison safety that is your Own Quiet cold

a hangin' day for him Now people say that Johnny was a bad man and that he had a aim for bein' mean He took a hatchet one cold weary morning he killed

to tell If I'll fly out tomorrow If I'll see her tomorrow I hope that I will No place like alone And no sound like my own voice Fading into The quiet December

never cause too much fear But let me tell you about one that will chill your very soul It happens in December when it's snowin' and it's cold In Oklahoma

for the whole damn summer from freinds to best freinds to part time lovers now you're moving in the first date of september i can remmember when i saw you back in december it was so cold

' dicks They get their kicks from being pricks It's a quirk, we just can't fix 'Cause all cartoons are fuckin' dicks Peter: ?So he?s the cold prick??

She burned the dirty linens, made a fresh bed Laid sleeping first son down and never made a sound As she purged her scourge with birth blood and quiet

' dicks They get their kicks from being pricks It's a quirk, we just can't fix 'Cause all cartoons are fuckin' dicks Peter: ?So he?s the cold prick??

the dirty linens Made a fresh bed Laid sleeping First Son down And never made a sound As she purged her scourge With birth-blood and quiet tears Watching