Artist: Out Of My Hair

Title: Cold winds

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Cold winds by his name

Blow through the door

People give way

He don't like what he saw

So he snuffs it right out

Straight to the floor 



When it kills it

He fills its image with hope

But the stain of life's invasions

Leaves a shadow on his coat

His mind is blinded

His spirit is weak

And the beige and bile

Of jaded style

Hangs round him as he speaks 



Chorus: 

I'm still happy

Doing what I can

Oh but you haven't a clue

If you're never in the mood 



Preacher preach in vain

If you fuck the crowd

You can't complain

It's lonely by the boards

If you piss me around

I'll make you poor 



A mate of mine

He wastes his time

On image and dope

But the stain of life's invasions

Leaves him puzzled and remote 



Chorus