While Nat King Cole sings, welcome to my worldYou would create some song, you hate your sentiment and foolAnd it's the force of habitIf it moves, then you * itIf it doesn't move, you stab itAnd I thought I had to work your man's cluesHe went to work that night and wasted his breathOutside there was a public executionInside he died a thousand deathsAnd they pulled him out of the cold, cold groundPulled him out of the cold, cold groundPulled him out of the cold, cold groundAnd they put him in a suit of lightsIn the peripheryIt's at first editionsWhere they advocate the hangman's nooseAnd tell the sorry tale of the spent princessHer uncouth escort looking down her dressAnyway they say that she wears the trousersAnd learned everything that she doesAnd doesn't know if she should tell him yesI'll let him goAnd they pulled him out of the cold, cold groundPulled him out of the cold, cold groundPulled him out of the cold, cold groundAnd they put him in a suit of lightsAnd it's a dark timeAnd they broke each heartIn diamond colorIt's enough to liveYou can think right nowBut the good don't botherFor goodness sakeAs you cry and shakeTo keep your face down in the dirtWhere you belongAnd think of all the pleasure that it bringsOh you know that it's wrongAnd there's still lifeIn your bonesBut somebody help usCall it sleepingCan you give us all a breakCan you stop breathingAnd I thought I had been working and spoofsI went to work that night and wasted my breathOutside the painting door on somebodyIt's the closest to homeAnd they put him out of the cold, cold groundAnd they put him in a suit of lightsAnd they put him in a suit of lightsAnd they put him in a suit of lightsAnd they put him in a suit of lights