the yo yo man

froze to the bone in my igloo home

counting the days 'til the ice turns green

you know when heaven and hell collide

there are no in-betweens

flames on your skin of snow turn cold

cold is the wind that blows through my headstone

collecting the bones of my friend tonight

sowing the seeds in a fruitless land

you know when prayers all hit the ground

there is no higher hand

flames on your skin of snow turn cold

cold is the wind that blows through my headstone

i'm the yo-yo man

always up and down

so take me to the end of your tether

flames on your skin of snow turn cold

cold is the wind that blows through my. flames on your skin of snow turn cold

cold is the wind that blows through my. and the flames on your skin of snow turn cold

cold is the wind that blows through our headstones