Jungle Song

I'm always wet before I get my hair cold

I might look old, but I'm not the one who said so

Son, it's cold, I suggest you run home

'Cause it's a shame to see the weight of your own load

I chase each drink as if I'm on the free road

I bought a hammer just to see where it would go

I come up dry without a shelter or a home

But that's the toll I get for paying off the Devil

The horse I rode has traveled home

And all the cold and frozen passengers

Will be relieved to see me deceased

When I awoke, I told the others

Of all the roads and boats I traveled on

Still, I could see they don't believe

So I screamed holes in my throat from suffering

They drew a rope, I spoke in tongues for them

Still, they said, "You must lay dead"

I hold my breath to show myself just what it's like

I clench my fist until each wrist will hold you tight

Unlike the dogs who can't run far without permission

Unlock this gate and free this slave from your submission

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold you left your mind at home?

Are you so cold?