Frederick's Frost 歌詞
Frederick's Frost - Squirtgun
He's sitting frozen with mud on his feet in Indiana
And his blue skin plays a January song
His mind a wanders to the sunshine
He's been missing in the white room
She stared at his brisket eyes so long
A lonely snowman
He figures and he calculates her body body
And life's brevity assures him
That it won't last long long
He's got days
Days and says
Iceman fight in my head
Frederick's frost frost frost
He thinks about her lovely nametag
As he shivers by the birdbath
Bromide poison concentrated dull
He's got lots of pictures of her he could show you
But he has concroid pitches in his skull
Turned loose from the cage
He's a lion with an illness illness
And every rose he touches folds
And turns to glass glass
He's got days
Days and says
Iceman fight in my head
Frederick's frost frost frost
He's got days
Days and says
Iceman fight in my head
Frederick's Frost