Turn To Shit

I can't feel my fingers, I can't feel my toes, 'cuz I am cold - I'm so cold
I can't seem to focus, I can't catch my breath, 'cuz I am cold - I'm so cold
'Cuz everything I do, just turns to shit
And everything I touch just turns to shit
Now I'm on the TV, I'm doing what I'm told
I push my face up to the sun, but still I feel so cold
I'm just like a dummy, a puppet on a string
But I am cold - I'm so cold
Everything I had just turns to shit
Everything I see just turns to shit
Turns to shit, turns to shit, my life has turned to shit!
Well everything I do, just turns to shit
And everything I touch, just turns to shit
I was in your kitchen, I was watching you
You were hot as a solder spot, But still I felt so cold
I crept through your window, my hands around your neck
And now you're cold - you're so cold
'Cuz everything I see, just turns to shit
And everything I touch, just turns to shit
Everything I have, just turns to shit
And everything I do just turns to shit
Turns to shit, turns to shit it turns to shit
Shit shit, glorious shit!
(Here we go again.)
Shit shit glorious shit