ฟังเพลงFrederick's Frost

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