Cold Sweat Killing Floor歌词

I should'a quit you, long time ago I should'a quit you, baby, long time ago I should'a quit you, and went on to Mexico If I ha'da followed, my first mind If I ha'da followed, my first mind I'd'a been gone, since my second time I should'a went on, whe

It's poetry carved in flesh This beautiful hell of ours To the deadliest sin we confess (Tears of joy fill our eyes) We are safe where disfigured saints Cry out their prophecies of doom My heart's a graveyard, baby And to evil we make love On our pas

I should of quit you A long time ago I should of quit you baby A long time ago But you got me messin' round with you baby You got me cryin' on a killin' floor, yeah If I don't fallow, yeah My first mind If I don't fallow pretty baby My first mind I w

I should-a quit you, along time ago I should-a quit you, baby, along time ago I should-a quit you baby, an' went on to Mexico If I had-a followed, my first mind If I had-a followed, my first mind I would-a been gone, yeah, my second time Yeah! I shou

 Ha I don't care ha about your past I just want ho our love to last dee eh I don't care darling about your faults huh I just want to satisfy your pulse Oh When you kiss me when you mess me Hold my hand make me understand I break out in a cold sweat

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:00.00]Girl I get dat cold sweat [00:02.47]creepin' up on me [00:04.45]I ache when you shake it [00:06.89]Girl I'm just a freak [00:09.11]Yeah, you set dat cold sweat [00:11.37]trippin' on me [00:13.61]Burnin' with the fever [00:

Hard time here and everywhere you go And harder than ever been before And the people are driftin' from door to door Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go And you say you had money, you better be sure These hard times will drive you from do

Come on Play it Play it on, baby I don't care alright, about your past, dig I just want hey, my love to last, come on I don't care hit the band about your faults, huh I just want hey, to satisfy your pulse, hey come on When you kiss me, oh me Make me

I put my money in the suitcase And headed for the big race I felt a chill on my backbone As I hung up the telephone Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy