While Nat King Cole sings, welcome to my world
You would create some song, you hate your sentiment and fool
And it's the force of habit
If it moves, then you * it
If it doesn't move, you stab it
And I thought I had to work your man's clues
He went to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public execution
Inside he died a thousand deaths
And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
Pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
Pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
In the periphery
It's at first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
And tell the sorry tale of the spent princess
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
And learned everything that she does
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
I'll let him go
And they pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
Pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
Pulled him out of the cold, cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
And it's a dark time
And they broke each heart
In diamond color
It's enough to live
You can think right now
But the good don't bother
For goodness sake
As you cry and shake
To keep your face down in the dirt
Where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
Oh you know that it's wrong
And there's still life
In your bones
But somebody help us
Call it sleeping
Can you give us all a break
Can you stop breathing
And I thought I had been working and spoofs
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
Outside the painting door on somebody
It's the closest to home
And they put him out of the cold, cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights