Cold shower, no no Wipes out three things for fifty days The pack of my keys ain't the key The strap seems to be my gun Cold shower, no no Wipes out three things for fifty days The pack of my bars ain't the key The strap seems to be my gun I'm no clown on my down Don't need you to tell me what's going down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down I'm standing alone And I'm watching the wall I'm singing the same thing I'm standing alone On your way to gold I'm watching you sink in Through what's full These boots were meant for walking My knees are made no place by feet Gold's just around the corner Breakdowns come around Sometimes you have to try to get along Then I know the truth And I know what you think Down, down, down Down, down, down I'm standing alone And I'm watching the wall I'm singing the same thing I'm standing alone On your way to gold I'm watching you sink in Through what's full