Open up them flagons of whoa/ The winter winds're blowing
Tits cold/ it’s eighty below/ Keeyon’s dick froze
We huddle up under the underpass/ thick coats
Boots beaten in by the wind/ beyond sick so

We gon’ set these fires in black barrels
And hack carols up like lungs/ and wax careless
And pass wine/ pass time/ into the night/
Til fires fade/ and we all shade/ right outta sight

It’s all white/ shuffle up and cut through the snowdrift
Cold lips/ blue in the face/ pain in my rolled hip
Slip a pill in my throat/ the last one
And sing so slow/ spilling smoke like ash lungs

A fast tongue/ only gets you so far, son
You gotta roll deep/ packet of old souls and geeks
Creep solo/ they're gonna catch you close to the earth
find you face down/ sleeping alone/ under the dirt

God works/ so damn mysterious here
He hardly come round/ yeah, he disappearing and shit
I look up/ to the ominous clouds and shout flows
He drops down buckets of snow

Up in my army coat/ seeking asylum
A clue like an igloo/ something to clutch/ no one’s an island

Walking up in churches hurting from the inside out
Fingers purple from the winds I bout

Sleeping on heat grates/ heaping up meat/ free plates/
And nap while the priest say his piece/ could sleep weeks straight

But can’t get down with these curfews and work boots/ see
I gotta live free/ rolling with these cursed few

I eat moss off rocks in T. Weaver
The park warden shining his light/ that Ward Cleaver
He can’t maneuver like me/ it’s tomfoolery
Could peel the jewelry off his wrists/ he stay cluelessly

Running under the bridge/ hunting my kids
These dark figures rolling through snow/ holding to fifths
So/ golden and blissed when we slip from his grasp
For another night/ sleeping on grass (glass)/ far from the past

God works/ so damn mysterious here
He hardly come round/ yeah, he disappearing and shit
I look up/ to the ominous clouds and shout flows
He drops down buckets of snow