Turn to Shit

I can’t feel my fingers, I can’t feel my toes, ‘cuz I am cold – I’m so cold.

I can’t seem to focus, I can’t catch my breath, ‘cuz I am cold – I’m so cold.

‘Cuz everything I do, just turns to shit

And everything I touch just turns to shit.

Now I’m on the TV, I’m doing what I’m told.

I push my face up to the sun, but still I feel so cold.

I’m just like a dummy, a puppet on a string.

But I am cold – I’m so cold.

Everything I had just turns to shit,

Everything I see just turns to shit,

turns to shit, turns to shit, my life has turned to shit!

Well everything I do, just turns to shit,

And everything I touch, just turns to shit.

I was in your kitchen, I was watching you.

You were hot as a solder spot, But still I felt so cold.

I crept through your window, my hands around your neck.

And now you’re cold – you’re so cold.

‘Cuz everything I see, just turns to shit.

And everything I touch, just turns to shit.

Everything I have, just turns to shit.

And everything I do just turns to shit,

turns to shit, turns to shit it turns to shit.

Shit shit, glorious shit!

(Here we go again.)

Shit shit glorious shit.