Текст: John Lennon. Cold Turkey.

Temperatures'rising,fever is high.
can't see no future,can't see no sky.
my feet are so heavy,so is my head.
i wish i was a baby,i wish i was dead.

cold turkey has got me on the run.

my body is aching,goose pimple bone.
can't see nobody,leave me alone.
my eyes are wide open,can't get to sleep.
one thing i'm sure of,i've been in a deep freeze.

cold turkey has got me on the run.

thirty-six hours,rolling in pain.
praying to someone,free me again.
oh i'll be a good boy,pleases make me well.
i promise you anything,get me out of this hell.

cold turkey has got me on the run