Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Son, artist - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks. Date of issue: 28.02.2008
Song language: English
Cold Son |
| At the center where they go on weekdays |
| It takes hours just to slake that thirst |
| Heavy heels and a daunting pulse rate |
| Bad idea for your blistered toes |
| To my wheel, well you’re getting close |
| So say adios |
| The conjecturers reject the rose |
| Don’t stay high high igh igh igh |
| On abuse |
| Sometimes it feels like the worlds’s stuffed with feathers |
| Table-bottom gum just holding it together |
| A cold son, I am |
| A cold son, I am |
| You can chase it but it won’t come easy |
| It’s a revery so silverquick |
| It gets solid when you’re old and hazy |
| Takes no leverage to make me click |
| To my wheel, well you’re getting close |
| The tension grows |
| Defy conjecture and accept the rose |
| Don’t stay high high igh igh igh |
| On abuse |
| Who was it that said the world is my oyster? |
| I feel like a nympho stuck in a cloister! |
| Cold son, I am |
| A cold son, I am |
| Faceplant stumble ahead |
| Victim of your rival pretensions know me |
| Faceplant stumble ahead |
| Rival to the bitter pretensions know me |
| Cold son, I am |
| A cold son, I am |