The Warning

I don't believe I let you down And if this is the place 6 feet underground The place of our birth or the place that we go down Whoa Oh Oh If we don't believe the warning cries then maybe we'll lose Maybe see it die Caution to the wind The rest on the fire Whoa Oh Oh Now the war Now the warning Close to your door The war The warning I'm running out of things to say I know there's somethings we've tucked away Out deep in the woods or far deeper to say Whoa Oh Oh If we can unearth our future graves then maybe we'll mend or recuperate Out of the ground and from out of the state Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Whoa Oh Oh Now the war Now the warning Close to your door The war The warning Now the war Now the warning Close to your door The war The warning Now the war Now the warning Close to your door The war The warning