I'm sitting on the grass, staring up at the sky Wondering if this feeling is ever gonna die But I know, that it won't Cold Spring Road ain't never felt so damn cold. Well I try to move my lips, but they won't make a sound Looking for my baby but she cannot be found And I know, that she won't Cold Spring Road ain't never felt so damn cold. Well there's cracks up on the ceiling and the pipes have sprung a leak I can't stop thinking that my knees they get so weak And I know, that I won't Cold Spring Road ain't never felt so damn cold.

I just took a drag and I'm feeling tall I just took a drag, and I'm feeling tall Who knows what'll happen when I fall? I just took a drag, and I'm feeling tall I'm feeling tall I'm just laughing, dazing and craving I'm just laughing, dazing and craving The silly people laughing with me I'll take a drag, I begin to free fall I begin to free fall I feel so sad, I no longer feel tall I feel so sad, I no longer feel tall I resist the urge to suffer withdrawal I'll take another drag, so I can feel tall So I can feel tall

Been worked down to the bone Feel drugged but I’m not stoned Body aching, mind in disarray Well the money’s coming easy But tomorrow never pleased me The poison’s creeping deeper. Everyday When I hear my train a coming Lord knows I won’t be running Tomorrow’s breath was spent on yesterday On this borrowed time My bell will surely chime I’ll leave this place to find another way My wick is growing weary As the fire’s burning dearly The hours change the evening into grey But the sun will keep on burning And the moon will keep on turning Gotta fight to see the errors of my way When I hear my train a coming Lord knows I won’t be running Tomorrow’s breath was spent on yesterday On this borrowed time My bell will surely chime I’ll leave this place to find another way Gotta get away Gotta get away Gotta leave this place You know I can’t stay This fool thought his youth would never fade away When you worry about tomorrow You forget about today

Many hours I wandered Many days and nights I squandered Till I fond him in a bar And I saw his big red scar The ghost of many dreams unconquered Last I heard, he got in a fight On a cold and lonesome winter’s night He was worried and he was beat A burden weighed down on his lonesome feet I said Stranger, can you save me? I’m coming down with a misery I see your scar but you’re still standing Lord tell me how I can stick the landing I’ve been waiting for my day I’ve come here for a way I will never know what words to say And I hear that song, still sounds the same Don’t let your mind bring you pain Always find the sun on rainy days Don’t dream too long, or you’ll lose the race I’ve been calling for my babe I waited so long but she never came If I don’t fall, then I don’t give away And I hear that song, still it plays The bird it cries It has no wing The tree it dies The air’s not clean When the Dragon comes and I fly away And I hear that song It always plays

Our story begins in a quaint bungalow overlooking the Great Slave Lake, located in the obscure yet most holy Northwest Territories. Our hero Spaghetti Jim tries to play a fiery solo on his trusty Fender Stratocaster, when he suddenly realizes that what he was strumming was not a guitar but, indeed, a rock. Spaghetti Jim becomes agitated and determined to attach strings to the rock; however he is unsuccessful in his endeavor. Berty Crochet, his musically superior roommate, is upset with Spaghetti, who had recently consumed his secret stash of LSD. In true Bongswonkolan style, Berty urges Jim to eat a ham sandwich and go to bed. Spaghetti Jim defiantly retreats to his impressive and honorable hacienda, in which is located his extensive rock collection, where he proceeds to rock his troubles away with all his noodly might. Unsatisfied with his progress, an ardent and unrelenting Jim attempts to string the rock with unstrained spaghetti. In his fervent frenzy, he inadvertently influences several musical masterpieces, which were served in succession by Spaghetti Jim and His Noods. Mark Bottoms was visibly disheveled by Spaghetti’s culinary cadenzas. He first heard it when he was brooding in his nefarious nightclub, which for years had been a front for a black market peach ring operation. Turns out they were, indeed, just selling regular peach rings. After pondering Count Snackula’s tremendous ass for many moons, the absolutely next level sound emanating from Spaghetti Jim’s unstrained tone machine sent him into a coma-like fugue state that he is still in to this day, vividly imagining his illustrious British porno career. In his acid-induced stupor, instead of consuming a ham sandwich as prescribed by Berty Crochet, Spaghetti Jim mistakenly enters Count Snackula’s muffin consumption station, where he proceeds to consume the entirety of Snacky’s stash of exotic Martian Muffin pouches. Before long, he is confronted by a mildly intoxicated Count Snackula who, in a stupefying action, proceeds to strain Spaghetti Jim’s noods for him, which is forbidden by the sacred texts. As punishment for the defiance of law and order, Count Snackula was promptly executed in the classical manner of overstuffing. Count Snackula’s funeral was held in his native land of Tramp’llstainya, where he was buried alongside empty bags of Cheetos puffs and an unopened double IPA. Berty Crochet was surprised when his estranged ex-wife Betty Crocker showed up, hoping to re-acquire her stolen packets of instant dry yeast, which Berty loved to use. That Bitch.