Listen to Cold Rolled Steel song with lyrics from T-99

Cold Rolled Steel

T-991 Jan 2006

Cold Rolled Steel Lyrics

Cold Rolled Steel - T-99

Up to his ankles in the mud

 

The little robin is coughing blood

 

He shot a bird out from the tree

 

Salvation army's gonna set him free

 

He finally found a stick to beat the dog

 

He finally found a way to tip the hog

 

Hellhound chains are clanking at the gate

 

Still he's standing up and walking straight

 

Speckled red stains in the corner of his eye

 

Wearing shades to cover up the lies

He shot a bird out from the tree

 

With a bullet made of cold rolled steel

 

Looking in the barrel of a reckless gun

Little Robin was too weak to run

The sun was shining on a pile of snow

The blood kept on running where it couldn't go

 

Down down down

 

Hellhound chains are clanking at the gate

 

Mustardgreen mustang with a trench coat

Doing 150 on a little dirt road

 

So much blood on his hands he can't steer

Pulling off the horns from an old reindeer

 

He shot a bird out from the tree

 

With a bullet made of cold rolled steel

 

Already in school they declared him insane

No doubt about it he will do it again

 

Down down down down

 

 

Down down down down