Cuse Song

Let the winter in here boys, my feet are cold to touch Throw away that thermostat 'cause heat these days just costs way too damn much We barely got our change for lunch All my friends got bank accounts but got no cash to spend With dreams as big as God herself we're hangin' with our devils Every now and then But it's budget wine again New York is easy if you got the right pair of shoes Sleeping in the upstate, yeah, we sang those winter blues Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground Singin' gloomy city tunes There's Heavys in the fridge and there is room upon the shelf Room for all the good ideas that we have yet to sell away to anyone And we'd sell 'em just for fun Cracking jokes about the west and all their sunny days Why the hell would someone drive a car that nice in all this snow and sideways rain But we love 'em just the same New York is easy if you got the right pair of boots Sleeping in the upstate, yeah, we sang those winter blues Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground Singin' gloomy city tunes Dreaming' bout the south while we wish endlessly for sun But somethin' bout the silence in the snow would take a breath away from anyone I know I'll miss it quite a ton New York is easy if you got the right pair of shoes Sleeping in the upstate, yeah, we sang those winter blues Skin as thick as haze in hell, we stand our ground Singin' gloomy city tunes