Won´t you run underneath the door.
Take my home, treat it as your own.

My mother told me don´t you run away,
Because it takes a man to keep them hungry,

But I´m so damn cold,
And if this blood don´t turn to gold
I think I´m doomed.

Ooh, Yeah.

The time has come my friend to run,
I bid you please to take the roses an the loaded gun I left you
´Cause I´m hopin´ now you find somehow
That I´m so damn cold,
And if this blood don´t turn to gold,
I think I´m doomed.

Ooh, Yeah.