Dead Cold - Wolfbrigade

Another place

The same old scene

Another face

Bruised and punched in

A futile land

Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand

A concealed scheme

Another lie

Replace weak bricks

And stack 'em high

A futile land

Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand

A nation sold

Dead cold

A futile land

Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand