Wait for the Wintertime

Hodocotay, nothing's gunna stop us
Hodahcotay, you can see forever
Hodacotay, nothings gunna stop us
Hodahcotay, you can run through metal

In a graveyard, we'll be making babies
In a graveyard, it's raining up in heaven

Solid gold, nothing's gunna stop us
Solid gold now, solid gold, solid gold

A man can be happy with the weather
As long as it doesn't snow

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to run and hide
Wintertime is a razor-blade
that the devil made
It's the price we pay for the summertime.