| Dream stealer, disbeliever |
| Don’t take a chance on me |
| High risk, a shot in the dark |
| I come easy, but I don’t come free |
| Shot down, kicked in the teeth |
| Call me crazy, call me a fool, yeah |
| Lay the odds, roll the dice |
| But don’t tell me I’m breaking the rules |
| It’ll be a cold day in hell |
| You’re freezing me, can’t you tell |
| On a cold day in hell |
| How much of your soul can you sell |
| Empty eyes of heartless friends |
| The night is mine again |
| Bitter streets of evil stares |
| No one listens, no one cares |
| But cold steel is made to last |
| And chains of gold are broken fast |
| Cold city ain’t freezing me |
| Things aren’t what they seem to be |
| Get ready to go |
| Or get out of my way |
| I’m not takin a free ride |
| I’m hot on a cold day in hell |