Written by tommy shaw

Lead vocals by tommy shaw I'm tired of your psychology

To bring me to my bended knees

And if I could only talk to you

I'm sure that I could make you see

'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 you're a thing of the past

And you ain't gonna last

No matter what you say or do

It's all caught up to you You're duty-free, you're tax-exempt

You party with the president

And you dance the dance so naturally

Why not believe you're heaven-sent

But time has a way of bringing

Even mountains down, down, down

There's a storm cloud a-comin'

I insist you head for higher ground You talk talk and you get so intense

That you almost make sense

And that's what scares me the most

You as the host of celebrity lies

It's prime time, baby

Can't you see in my eyes, it's a Cold war-runnin' in the streets

Everybody you meet knows

It's going down, don't you know

Cold war-blowing in the air

Everyone everywhere says it's time

To get ready for a cold war

Don't you look now

But the skinny boy's becoming a man You say it's the luck of the draw

And you can't have it all

And I'll die young trying to make it

Into something that ain't gonna last

You ought to reconsider

'cause I'm coming fast with a Cold war-running in the streets

Everybody you meet

Know's it's going down, don't you know

Cold war-blood is in the air

Everyone everywhere says it's time

To get ready for a cold war-looking at me

From behind every tree

There's a scared man running from a

Cold war-don't you look now

But the skinny boy's a streetfighting man [extra verses sung in concert during the kilroy tour:]

Try as you will, you can'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 we're told honestly requires you acquiesce. Well, blind faith put you where you are now

You're a selfish old cow gettin' high on society's milk.

We pay your bills, life should be so tough.

You'd better watch your fat ass, 'cause we've had enough! With this cold war-running in the streets

Everybody you meet

Knows it's going down, don't you know

Cold war-blood is in the air

Everyone everywhere says it's time

To get ready for a cold war-looking at me

From behind every tree

There's a scared man running from a

Cold war-don't you look now

But the skinny boy's a streetfighting man