Frederick's Frost-Squirtgun

[ti:Frederick's Frost] [ar:Squirtgun] [al:Broadcast 02.09.08] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Frederick's Frost - Squirtgun [00:11.45]He's sitting frozen with mud on his feet in Indiana [00:13.53]And his blue skin plays a January song [00:16.35]His mind a wanders to the sunshine [00:18.17]He's been missing in the white room [00:19.99]She stared at his brisket eyes so long [00:21.81]A lonely snowman [00:23.01]He figures and he calculates her body body [00:25.72] [00:27.35]And life's brevity assures him [00:28.77]That it won't last long long [00:31.60] [00:32.80]He's got days [00:34.06]Days and says [00:35.34]Iceman fight in my head [00:37.38]Frederick's frost frost frost [00:41.71] [00:43.46]He thinks about her lovely nametag [00:44.82]As he shivers by the birdbath [00:46.81]Bromide poison concentrated dull [00:48.74]He's got lots of pictures of her he could show you [00:52.03]But he has concroid pitches in his skull [00:54.25]Turned loose from the cage [00:55.85]He's a lion with an illness illness [00:58.40] [00:59.82]And every rose he touches folds [01:01.40]And turns to glass glass [01:03.97] [01:04.98]He's got days [01:06.24]Days and says [01:07.42]Iceman fight in my head [01:09.63]Frederick's frost frost frost [01:13.72] [01:30.46]He's got days [01:31.72]Days and says [01:32.79]Iceman fight in my head [01:34.84]Frederick's Frost