Frederick’s Frost

He's sitting frozen with mud on his feet in Indiana
And his blue skin plays a January song
His mind wanders to the sunshine he's missing in the white room
She stared at his brisket eyes so long

A lonely snowman
He figures and he calculates her body
And life's brevity assures him that it won't last long

He's got days
Days and says
"Iceman fight in my head"
Frederick's frost
Frost, frost

He thinks about her lovely name tag
As he shivers by the birdbath
Bromide poison concentrated dull
He's got a lot of pictures of her that he could show you
But he has concroid pitches in his skull

Turned loose from the cage
He's a lion with an illness
And every rose he touches folds and turns to glass

He's got days
Days and says
"Iceman fight in my head"
Frederick's frost
Frost, frost

[26 seconds of silence]

(Spoken)
So the doctor, he says, "Just take a little Prozac, and you'll be all right."