作曲 : Kurt Vile cold was the wind on my frozen face but i didn’t mind cuz i was long gone cold was the wind upon my brow and below that well, you don’t want  know at all cold was the wind christmas in siberia with a little bitty case of the delirium tremens for some reason picture roger clemens but mike schmidt’s more of the city i came with cross my heart and hope to die stick a needle in my butter around your bread cold was the wind on my naked brow and below that well, you don’t want to know at all cold wind blows cold wind blows on my naked brow sun sets down on the sacred cow you better goddamn miss me when i’m gone cuz god’s gonna damn me up or down there wherever it is they’re gonna give me the business wherever it is i’m gonna miss my girls on a plane i’m drinking red wine cuz like everybody else i’m afraid to die did i mention that i’m afraid of dying? think i heard my daughter crying so i pick her on up, spin her around, heaven on earth is what i found cold wind blows on my naked brow and below that well, you don’t want to know at all cold wind blows cold wind blows cold wind blows