Lyrics The Yo-yo Man

Froze to the bone in my igloo home
Counting the days 'til the ice turns green
You know when Heaven and hell collide
There are no in-betweens

Flames on your skin of snow turn cold
Cold as the wind that blows
Through my headstone

Collecting the bones of my friends tonight
Sowing the seeds in a fruitless land
You know when prayers all hit the ground
There is no higher hand

Flames on your skin of snow turn cold
Cold as the wind that blows
Through my headstone

I'm the yo-yo man, always up and down
So take me to the end of your tether

Flames on your skin of snow turn cold
Cold as the wind that blows
Through our headstones