Schwa Lyrics

Ice

Lyricist: Ed McGee
Vocalist: Ed McGee
Chicago likes to take his time 
And let the moment breathe like fine wine. 
He can let you think he found he found his groove, 
But then heís Ďround the back door with a smooth move. 
You think itís gonna stop, 
Heíll keep it to himself, 
But then he makes the drop, 
Ends up top shelf. 
Minneapolis has to have it fast, 
There ainít another man that he canít slip past. 
He likes to think itís all geometry, 
To get from A to B you gotta see C. 
So quick to make a pass, 
But then heís outta sight, 
He gets it back so fast, 
Turn on the red light. 
Ice 
Cold blood rushing through their veins, cold 
Ice 
Cold hearts, the players play the game, cold 
Ice 
Cold steel, cut, carve, slice 
Ice 
Cold souls gliding on the ice. 
South Boston letís you come to him 
And you can knock all day, but you wonít get in. 
He can always find his way to you, 
Put up your best defense and he will shoot through. 
With so much in between, 
Now youíve lost control, 
Youíre behind the screen, 
Look out Ė five hole. 													

First Played: March 26, 2005 House of Blues - Cleveland, OH

Last Played: October 22, 2005 The Outpost - Kent, OH

# Times Played: 22

% Played: 3.14 %

Shows Since 1st Played: 700

Shows Since Last Played: 659

1st set: 16

2nd set: 6

3nd set: 0

Encore: 0

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