Written by tommy shaw
lead vocals by tommy shaw
Iand'm tired of your psychology
to bring me to my bended knees
and if i could only talk to you
iand'm sure that i could make you see
and'cause time has a way
of bringing even mountains down, down, down
storm clouds are coming
i suggest you head for higher ground
I say youand're a thing of the past
and you ainand't gonna last
no matter what you say or do
itand's all caught up to you
Youand're duty-free, youand're tax-exempt
you party with the president
and you dance the dance so naturally
why not believe youand're heaven-sent
but time has a way of bringing
even mountains down, down, down
thereand's a storm cloud a-cominand'
i insist you head for higher ground
You talk talk and you get so intense
that you almost make sense
and thatand's what scares me the most
you as the host of celebrity lies
itand's prime time, baby
canand't you see in my eyes, itand's a
Cold war-runninand' in the streets
everybody you meet knows
itand's going down, donand't you know
cold war-blowing in the air
everyone everywhere says itand's time
to get ready for a cold war
donand't you look now
but the skinny boyand's becoming a man
You say itand's the luck of the draw
and you canand't have it all
and iand'll die young trying to make it
into something that ainand't gonna last
you ought to reconsider
and'cause iand'm coming fast with a
Cold war-running in the streets
everybody you meet
knowand's itand's going down, donand't you know
cold war-blood is in the air
everyone everywhere says itand's time
to get ready for a cold war-looking at me
from behind every tree
thereand's a scared man running from a
cold war-donand't you look now
but the skinny boyand's a streetfighting man
[extra verses sung in concert during the kilroy tour:]
try as you will, you canand't escape the chill
that penetrates your clothing,
demanding that you feel
all the trouble that surrounds you,
the bad mixed with the good,
the heartless bits of data waiting to be understood
information central promptly processed your request,
the task weand're told honestly requires you acquiesce.
Well, blind faith put you where you are now
youand're a selfish old cow gettinand' high on societyand's milk.
we pay your bills, life should be so tough.
youand'd better watch your fat ass, and'cause weand've had enough!
