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War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War: Songs from the War Years, 1941-1945/Music from the War Movies (Hutchinson, Hutch) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · Cold Cold Heart (George Jones) · Cold Cold Heart (Hank Williams) · Cold Cold Water (Mirah) · Cold, Cold World (Blaze Foley) · Cold, Cold Heart: Early Bluegrass Heroes, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · It's a Cold Cold Christmas: Ice and Easy (Ricochet) – and 90 other albums »


to make the voices cease
Goes on a bender
Then he surrenders
Taken into custody
So satisfying I would be lying
If I didn't want to hear the plea
well, the men who will be fighting by your side
And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide
For the colours of a civil war are louder than
decapitating parking meters when the pigs blew the whistle like Winslow
I went to jail over night for putting a sticker on a phone booth, now by the time ya'll
nine in the morning on a cold rainy night,
Johnny rolled into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his
of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock
your chops and take time
To contemplate your stall

Every morning, pass by the mirror
Chuckle at your smiling face
"So good to see you—you're
Blistered by the morning sun,
Tell about what he can see,
Crystal ball of mercury.

It’s a-coming. It’s gonna come.

Jungle slashed and jungle burned,
[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; Lyric by Marcel]

[A nameless warrior:]
So long he is gone
With a pale servile face
His way led him through
A cold bloody
case you didn't know
'Cause in the morning it will be alright, alright, alright

All is fair in love and war
All is fair in love and war

So why you
And I can't stay alone tonight
Things have to change and they might
But I can't stay alone tonight

Bruised in this cold war of words
We've come undone
in the dark of night, sing to the morning light
The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red

Oh war is the common cry, pick up your
Dance in the dark night, sing to the morning light

The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red

Oh, war is the common cry, pick up your
autobahn inertia dance 
And curb them herped love bugs by the cursed final curtain clamp
Another savior with his foot cold stuck in his mouth 
I play that
This is breaking news
It appears that Air Force One was shot down
Somewhere over the Middle East this morning
By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists,
cap! you look like you've been through a war.
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame?
Sluggish posture just won't cut it.
You're gonna
yeah
Gotta get home, pick up the phone, I gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war
She
stuck inside the silence
In a cold cold war
We're too proud to say we're sorry
Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-aah

Right now it feels like we're
the earth
Their unborn shall be ripped out
From their wombs
And stomped into the dirt

In the cold morning breeze, the stench of misanthropy
Their
aboard the pinnacle benders
I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx
I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit
Tryin' to blow the spot
to recognize our children by the ragsupon their bones.
Out of the 'Cold War' into the ceasefire flame!

[Chorus]
Opened wounds unsettled scores,
An ancient
on a cold blue morning,
To see her there, standing right beside me,
Long years since I left her at the borderline,
And how she found me I'll never know,
Gotta get home, pick up the phone, I gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war,
She never even
To see the children, and the walking wounded
Hoping for a ticket home
And say goodbye to it all

I woke up on a cold blue morning
To see her there,
the window,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it.
We never asked for war
To see the children, and the walking wounded
Hoping for a ticket home
And say goodbye to it all

I woke up on a cold blue morning
To see her there,