The Yo-Yo Man Lyrics

Froze to the bone
in my igloo home
counting the days
till the ice turns green.

You know when heaven and hell collides
there are no in betweens,

Flames on your skin
(I'm the yo-yo man...)
of snow turned cold,
cold as the wind
(...always up and down.)
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.

And the yo-yo man,
always up and down.
So take me to the end of
your tether.

Flames on your skin
(I'm the yo-yo man)
of snow turned cold,
cold as the wind
(always up and down)
that blows
through our headstones.