Styx - Cold War

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