I don't believe I let you down And if this is the place six feet underground The place after birth or the place that we go down Whoa Oh Oh If we don't believe the warning cries then maybe we will 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 deeper to say Whoa Oh Oh If we can unearth our future graves maybe we'll mend or recuperate Out of the ground or 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