Genre: Blues/ Hard Rock

95 my skin’s still smooth, 
It snaps right back whenever I move, it don’t feel, 
Like it’s a part of me, 
I wish I were as young as you, 
Both 26 but it seems my views been skewed, 
I’m not all you hoped I’d be, 

It feels, cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer on my tv screen, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer of my sweet, dreams. 

Sneakin in through my front door, 
I never seen [bad word] and it just takes more and more, 
Robs me blind so now you see, 
That I’m little more than half machine, 
The pump stopped workin long before I hit 16, 
Nothin [bad word] free. 

It feels, cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer on my tv screen, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer of my sweet, dreams. 

The home you’re in, the car you drive, 
The shoes, booze, short skirts, money makin’ you alive, 
I try so hard to understand, 
You’re Strong and brave with hair that curls, 
You’re turning 27 and I’m livin’ on another world, 
Reachin’ for your hand, 

It feels, cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer on my tv screen, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer, 
Cold like a killer of my sweet, dreams.