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so cold i could not feel my toesand i see that a winter approachesheralded by sirens instead of snowchildren at playin the fields of the lordtrying to punch god in the faceand say you love himtrying to sell a crippled wifeas an alibithe skies of america seem to darken each weekdeafened by the clatter of a sinking ship.helicopters every night over washingtonand youy don't know if military or if civilianand you don't know it's the comingof armageddonthere's a thousand men in uniformsa thousand men with gunsthey make a sound like... Aus Songtexte Mania