Moxy Fruvous It's Too Cold
You're the last of a breed and it's begining to stink So you take to the clouds with your bible and drink The proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was felt There's a new notch in your belt Very carefully you've protected your house Now there's no getting out It's too cold It's too late It's too far There's a lovely house on a lovely street There's a burning star but it's giving no heat To the sting that was felt on the back of your hand Now someone's lost command Very secretly you've infected your house Now there's no getting out It's too cold It's too late It's too far
