Anti-Nowhere League. Turn To Shit. Zeneszám

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