Outta the Cold - The Goddamn Gallows

I woke up in New Orleans

And walked upon the ashes of our dreams

The barrel was burning, and I feel the heat

Everybody’s sleeping, bet we oughta leave

Out of the cold and into the cold

A house of gold got us out of the cold

Put out my bedroll, save me a swill

Roll me up a cigarette, take our sleeping pills

The demons are dancing, from Old Creole

Their shadows were dancing up and down the walls

Out of the cold and into the cold

A house of gold got us out of the cold

I’ll crumble mountains, fill in valleys

I’ll drink the oceans and spit tsunamis

I’ll hack up the highways and twist the tracks

Nobody knows that I don’t wanna go

Out of the cold and into the cold

A house of gold got us out of the cold

Out of the cold and into the cold

A house of gold got us out of the cold

Out of the cold and into the cold

A house of gold got us out of the cold