Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Walker Roaders
The Walker Roaders
Performer
Tedd Hutt
Tedd Hutt
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ted Hutt
Ted Hutt
Songwriter
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Songwriter
Marc Orrell
Marc Orrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tedd Hutt
Tedd Hutt
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't you dare leave me here where it's so cold
And there's snow against the door
And the cattle with their asses to the wind
Boats frozen to the shore
[Verse 2]
I have to cup my fingers round a match
Tie a scarf around my face
And boil the last spud I dug up from the patch
Nothing goest to waste
[Verse 3]
Here's to the condensation beadin' on our drinks
And our feet up on the wall
Here's to the summers full of wasps and wailing kids
And seaside paddleball
[Verse 4]
I walked for miles along the promenade
I love my native land to dwell
[Verse 5]
Here comes the ice that freezes hard
Without remorse, like vice
On the promenade, the wind in full force
Past the lights of the harbor yards
[Verse 6]
So hear me out, kid, why did you stay at home
And now act all woebegone?
Yes, I lived a hundred thousand lives
And I wouldn't spare you one
[Verse 7]
Just one blast can chill you into misery
I left the house and asked the road, "Which way?"
[Verse 8]
But here comes the ice that freezes hard
Without remorse, like vice
On the promenade, the wind in full force
Past the lights of the harbor yards
[Verse 9]
In the night, I took off down the ice
Over meadow, moor, and stripe
Like a fuckin' meteorite
Beneath the northern lights
The stars at various heights
Didn't heed no one's advice
But Jesus Christ
Raw unknown gods and rites
That page, I didn't write
Laid out in black and white
No sooner meet, then fight
Though the injury was slight
[Verse 10]
Here comes the ice that freezes hard
Without remorse, like vice
On the promenade, the wind in full force
Past the lights of the harbor yards
Here comes the ice that freezes hard
Without remorse, like vice
On the promenade, the wind in full force
Past the lights of the harbor yards
Here comes the ice that freezes hard
Without remorse, like vice
On the promenade, the wind in full force
Past the lights of the harbor yards
Written by: James Fearnley, Marc Orrell, Ted Hutt
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