Cold Killers

Gather round a high top table For a fable I'm beginning to tell About a boy who came up as a man Without a penny or wind in his sail He crossed them up with his blue eyes gazing Silent though we know he could speak Point and shoot at his innocent victims He's bagging his prey of the week He's out there looking for some blood He's out there looking for some love Long ago this wasn't the case as he Was grounded like a bird in a cage Too many owners abused and misused I could see the boy going insane Once in freedom the shackles were thrown His legs began to run free The owners feared for the children of men Of which to he was just released He's out there looking for some blood He's out there looking for some love What are we all gonna do This cold killer's on the loose Cut to later on the widow's peak With his engine running low on steam He wrote a letter to another victim His intentions are not what they seem She brought him in with the scars on her back And they discovered that they were the same The two together set out for the night now Repeating in the city of shame He's out there looking for some blood He's out there looking for some love What are we all gonna do This cold killer's on the loose Yeah, yeah This cold killer's on the loose This cold killer's on the loose This cold killer's on the loose