Lyrics:
moan
Like that cold-rolled chisel, scratched my naked bone
Traveling on that rail, leaving New Orleans
Traveling on that rail, back to Barton Springs
don't pound a cold chisel through my heart
But they were nothin' but apostrophes
O baby, this one's from the heart
I can't tell, is that a siren
don't pound a cold chisel through my heart
But they were nothin' but apostrophes
O baby, this one's from the heart
I can't tell, is that a siren
Wild Thing
Cold Chisel
Wild thing
Thank you this is our last song for the evenin'
Its an old standed a thing called wild thing.
to Paris
She'll turn back around
'Cause she's a Cold Chisel
GANGgajang kinda girl
And, yeah, she's got a face for the world
And she's getting bigger
to be filled
With the fears of tomorrow
And the horror that it might bring
His eyes felt to me
As cold as a stone mason's chisel
His eyes fell
n only n so official
Cold as chisel
Big Moey Dizzle
What if i told ya im cold as ice
I dunno why they get so suprised
Lad i wont abide, never toe
Brain dwindle, but the lines still crystal
I'm cold need a chisel you stuck in the middle
Got the come up cooking never sooking undisputed
In the new era
till I die
Cold cut
Life suck
Knife luck
Hammer
Chisel
Missile
Cold cut
Life suck
Knife luck
I can be part of you
I can read your mind
Everything's
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I took a hammer, and a chisel iron cold,
And had my dreams engraved on a mountaintop of stone.
But the mountain crumbled my dreams
Don't go and break the mold
Its like I gotta keep the motion
But I'm frozen cold
Quick, yo
Go get chisel out
He's spitting fire but the knowledge is just
"Go 4 Goya"
Yea.. Goya go
Look aye,
I chisel patient
I knew a maison
Back then I knew they was trading
Back then I knew they was hating
You see
the middle of this game
With a hammer and chisel
Carving the shape of my fate
Cold steel under my fingers
Place is packed
Razzmatazz tazz and a zing
Dutch
OUT WHAT WE'RE MADE OF
AFTER THE PAIN IS LET GO OF
YOU CAN CHISEL AWAY AT THE HARDNESS IN YOUR HEART
ALL THE COLD I'VE LIVED THROUGH
I CAN FEEL IT
Get low, a diamond, a coal
A wiseman, a fool a chisel and my tool
Catch me sizzlin' this shit like raw in a hot spoon
Pour lyrics out a pyrex,
sight
I carve my own destiny, write my future in the night
My will the chisel, my grind the stone so cold
Sculpted myself a god, in defiance I own you
I like how she jiggle
I'm my own boss no man in the middle
Two hands on that ass I palm it no dribble
Shit
I cut that hoe off I'm sharp like a chisel
my soul
Feels like I am left
To die out in the cold
It's takin' so much time
I can barely hold
These layers are goin'
Not quite gone
Every chisel
it in a cold embrace
Still you expect me to comply
But now it's your turn to take the fall
Never forget all the things you've done to me
So chisel my
on the bumper
Now we're getting old
Gotta chase after the train
Clockin' on the 9 to 5
In the cold, cold rain
Bro can you tell me, was this what we envisioned for
pan
I'm getting cold, so please just mold
Me with your weathered hands
Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you
I'm getting bored of my
Table saws
And perfect flaws
A cold, hard concrete floor
A radio to drown out the days
You can't do it anymore
Contractors get callous
In those
Sand heats to glass
All of the rocks
Break into sand
Everything's going as planned
Everything's going as planned
Playing hot or cold
Flipping every stone
I'm walking down the cobblestone
Counting the coins in my pocket
The steps 'til I'm home
I feel like a kid out in the cold
I came here to meet you
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