[Lyric] Cold Stack (Barbaro)

I’m going back, back to the days I was a cold stack
Waiting to die on the shag rug
Waiting to dine at the supper club
Oh good God could I catch a break
Like that cool little line in the back drape
Clutching my head like a hammer
Wishing my hand was a hammer
And it goes

Quit your talking back, flapping them lips til your voice cracks
Placing that weight on your mother’s back
If she only knew what kind of man he was, thus
Crying good God from the bucket seat
The lion, the witch, and tomfoolery
Clutching my head like a hammer
Wishing my hand was a hammer
And it goes