F**k, I Hate the Cold

Too many years on the rinks of Montreal Too many years in the lofts of old TO Too many nights in the bowels of Avenue B Too many days in the arms of Lady T Or maybe I'm just getting old 'Cause, fuck, I hate the cold Too much time in the bed of a petty thief Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit He told me how he love the best about me, then he told me what was best And maybe I'm just getting old But, fuck, I hate the cold Too much fun on the roads of the USA Too much fun plugging in and starting to play Too much time on this winding trail of a tale yet to be told 'Cause baby, I'm getting old And, fuck, I hate the cold Yeah, I fucking hate it I hate the cold I fuckin' hate it Yeah, it's fuckin' cold Mmm, I hate the cold I hate it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I fuckin' hate it