Cold Cold Eyes - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Heaven knows the dream I hold

You make a wish and then they take your soul

This is how my Heaven’s made

On my knees and barking at my wall

And on to my surprise

You keep telling me your lies

And, oh, your cold, cold, eyes

All the mansions made for you

Make me old and give me something new

Down around your sleeping eyes

Damn the ditch because now I’m going to die

And on to my surprise

You keep telling me your lies

And, oh, your cold, cold, eyes

And on to my surprise

You keep telling me your lies

And, oh, your cold, cold, eyes