Written by tommy Lead by tommy shaw
I'm tired of psychology To bring me to my bended And if I only talk to you I'm sure that I could you see 'cause has a way Of bringing mountains down, down, down Storm are coming I suggest you for higher ground
I say you're a thing of the And you gonna last No what you say or do It's all up to you
You're duty-free, tax-exempt You party with the And you the dance so naturally Why not believe heaven-sent But time has a way of Even down, down, down a storm cloud a-comin' I you head for higher ground
You talk and you get so intense That you almost make And that's what me the most You as the host of lies prime time, baby Can't you see in my eyes, a
Cold war-runnin' in the you meet knows It's going down, don't you war-blowing in the air Everyone everywhere it's time To get ready for a war Don't you now But the skinny boy's a man
You say it's the of the draw And you can't it all And I'll die young trying to it something that ain't gonna last You ought to 'cause I'm fast with a
Cold in the streets you meet Know's it's going down, don't you war-blood is in the air Everyone everywhere says time To get for a cold war-looking at me From behind tree a scared man running from a Cold you look now But the skinny a streetfighting man
verses sung in concert during the kilroy tour:] Try as you will, you escape the chill That penetrates clothing, that you feel All the that surrounds you, The bad with the good, The heartless bits of data waiting to be Information promptly processed your request, The task told honestly requires you acquiesce.
Well, faith put you where you are now a selfish old cow gettin' high on society's milk. We pay your bills, should be so tough. You'd better watch your fat ass, we've had enough!
With this cold in the streets Everybody you Knows going down, don't you know war-blood is in the air Everyone everywhere says time To get ready for a cold at me From behind tree There's a scared man from a Cold you look now But the skinny boy's a man