Written by tommy Lead by tommy shaw
I'm of your psychology To me to my bended knees And if I could talk to you I'm sure that I could you see 'cause has a way Of bringing even mountains down, down, Storm clouds are I suggest you for higher ground
I say a thing of the past And you ain't last No matter you say or do all caught up to you
You're duty-free, tax-exempt You party with the And you dance the so naturally Why not you're heaven-sent But has a way of bringing Even down, down, down a storm cloud a-comin' I insist you head for higher
You talk and you get so intense you almost make sense And what scares me the most You as the host of lies prime time, baby Can't you see in my eyes, a
war-runnin' in the streets Everybody you knows It's going down, don't you war-blowing in the air Everyone everywhere it's time To get ready for a war you look now But the boy's becoming a man
You say it's the luck of the And you can't it all And I'll die trying to make it Into something that ain't last You to reconsider 'cause I'm coming with a
Cold in the streets Everybody you Know's going down, don't you know war-blood is in the air Everyone says it's time To get ready for a cold at me From every tree There's a scared man running a Cold war-don't you now But the skinny a streetfighting man
[extra verses sung in concert during the kilroy Try as you will, you escape the chill That your clothing, Demanding that you All the that surrounds you, The bad with the good, The heartless bits of waiting to be understood Information central promptly your request, The we're told honestly requires you acquiesce.
Well, blind faith put you you are now You're a old cow gettin' high on society's milk. We pay your bills, life be so tough. You'd watch your fat ass, 'cause we've had enough!
this cold war-running in the streets Everybody you it's going down, don't you know Cold is in the air everywhere says it's time To get ready for a war-looking at me From behind tree There's a man running from a Cold you look now But the skinny a streetfighting man