Frederick’s Frost

Lyrics
He's sitting frozen with mud on his feet in Indiana And his blue skin plays a January song His mind wanders to the sunshine he's missing in the white room She stared at his brisket eyes so long A lonely snowman He figures and he calculates her body And life's brevity assures him that it won't last long He's got days Days and says "Iceman fight in my head" Frederick's frost Frost, frost He thinks about her lovely name tag As he shivers by the birdbath Bromide poison concentrated dull He's got a lot of pictures of her that he could show you But he has concroid pitches in his skull Turned loose from the cage He's a lion with an illness And every rose he touches folds and turns to glass He's got days Days and says "Iceman fight in my head" Frederick's frost Frost, frost [26 seconds of silence] (Spoken) So the doctor, he says, "Just take a little Prozac, and you'll be all right."
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Credits
- Writers
- Matt Hart
- Mass Giorgini