Son Little Skid
When it's cold out
They don't feel a thing
Snowin' heavily
But you say it's nothing
The hours that flicker
It will all go away
But could you remember a better day
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
As the harsh blue lights of early morning dim
Struggle up now the gutters are emptyin'
Nobody talks about skid anymore
Nobody talks about skid anymore
But he's still there though
Oh Lord
He's still there though
Hooray, well it's got no familiar ring
Takes awhile to remember things
With the same old sound
And the same old sights
If you breathe a little deeper
Will it be alright
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Don't face the day
No need to even try
Better to pretend
Don't find out why
If it's on your mind
It'll soon disappear
Could it get any harder
Year after year
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
Aww skid
Not really a friend
As the harsh blue lights of early morning dim
Struggle up now the gutters are emptyin'
