Nothing can change the way I feel Nothing can what you've done You will never, be forgiven I hope you suffer as I have suffered I want you to suffer, as I have suffered This is a war of attrition and I won't stay Nothing could change what you've done You

Let's hope it's a good one without any fear And so, this is Christmas (war is over) And so, happy Christmas (war is over) A very, merry Christmas, and a happy new year So, this is Christmas, and what have you done? Another year over, and a new one just

Ooh, summer's calling A beautiful summer's calling Ooh, summer's calling (I done had a really long winter) A beautiful summer is calling It's been a little cold And not outside Switch up the wardrobe Gotta be dressed for the ride Got hit with a winter

Wooh oh oooh this is world war me Wooh oh oooh I will never find peace I look into the mirror and I hate what I've become 'Cause I'm the only casualty from damage that I've done I'm the only enemy in world war me Wooh Oh oooh this is world war me Wooh oh

Tomorrow I ride at dawn Like my father And his father And his father before Watched the soil burn with fire War after war Done things I didn't know I could For the common good Give a man a hundred years

Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, I'm needy Warm me up and breathe me Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Ouch, I have lost myself

Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up, and breathe me Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Ouch, I have lost myself

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Everyone considered him the coward of the county "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" He'd never stood one single time to prove

Bright smile dark eyes Now my work is done I feel I'm owed some joy Oh Imogene and Abelard I'm your homeward boy But there's another one Who brings me to your door And the boat she weaved from the tidal reeds