Written by tommy vocals by tommy shaw
I'm tired of psychology To me to my bended knees And if I only talk to you I'm sure that I could you see time has a way Of bringing mountains down, down, down Storm clouds are I you head for higher ground
I say you're a thing of the And you ain't gonna No matter you say or do all caught up to you
You're duty-free, tax-exempt You with the president And you the dance so naturally Why not you're heaven-sent But time has a way of mountains down, down, down There's a storm cloud I insist you for higher ground
You talk talk and you get so That you almost make And that's what scares me the You as the host of celebrity It's time, baby you see in my eyes, it's a
Cold in the streets Everybody you knows It's going down, you know 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 the luck of the draw And you can't it all And I'll die young to make it Into something that ain't gonna You ought to 'cause I'm fast with a
Cold in the streets Everybody you it's going down, don't you know Cold is in the air Everyone everywhere says time To get ready for a war-looking at me From behind every a scared man running from a Cold you look now But the skinny boy's a man
[extra verses sung in during the kilroy tour:] Try as you will, you can't the chill That your clothing, Demanding you feel All the trouble surrounds you, The bad mixed the good, The heartless bits of data to be understood Information central processed your request, The task told honestly requires you acquiesce.
Well, faith put you where you are now You're a old cow gettin' high on society's milk. We pay your bills, life be so tough. You'd better watch fat ass, 'cause we've had enough!
With this cold war-running in the Everybody you Knows it's going down, you know war-blood is in the air Everyone everywhere says it's To get ready for a cold at me From every tree a scared man running from a Cold you look now But the boy's a streetfighting man