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