Cold Shoulder — Uncle Tupelo

doesn't matter what you've said or what you've done when you've lost your head you're looking for a new one

your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as I can tell your heaven looks just like my hell

just as I drown then you say it's real so I hold myself down 'cause I like the way it feels

your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as I can tell your heaven looks just like my hell

how could I have ever needed such a cold heart to count on and how could I have ever wanted such a cold shoulder to cry on