Cold Criminals - Pink Mountaintops

We’re cold, cold, cold criminals

Sought action all in high cold signs

Just cold, cold, cold criminals

God-damn, oh, we walk the line

But no matter how hard we cry

you’ll never hear us sorry sights

No

Cold, cold criminals

Ain’t it a cold, cold crime

We roam the valleys of the dead

Can turn the rivers crimson red

We love the waste just high on crime

In the hearts, in the hearts

oh, we left behind

And then they sent

us chained and shackled

free for the last time

Devil got us through his plans

Devil got us through his plans

Devil got us in his hands

Cold, cold criminals

God-damn, we walk the line