Title: Cold Sweat
Artist: Sodom
Composer(s): Philip Parris Lynott, John Sykes
Lyric:
I put my money in the suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win it means double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking very [Incomprehensible]
I've been so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm going to live
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, fast enough to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I've got me a whole month's wages
I haven't seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to Las Vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win it means double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole month's wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy, place another bet
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