Cold Blooded Old Times Written by Bill Calahan Covered by Martin Tielli on OIJ. Intro: G F E G Cold-blooded old times F Cold-blooded old times E Cold-blooded old times G The type of memories F that turn your bones to glass E G Turn your bones to glass Bm Mother came rushing in C she said we didn't see a thing G We said we didn't see a thing Bm And father left at eight C Nearly splintering the gate G Cold-blooded old times G The type of memory F That turns your bones to glass E G Turns your bones to glass G And though you where just a Bm little swirl C G You understood every word Bm C And in this way they gave you clarity G A cold-blooded clarity G F E Cold-blooded old times G Now how can I stand Bm and laugh with the man C G Who redefined your body G.... Those cold-blooded old times...