so cold i could not feel my toes   and i see that a winter approaches   heralded by sirens instead of snow   children at play   in the fields of the lord   trying to punch god in the face   and say you love him   trying to sell a crippled wife   as an alibi   the skies of america seem to darken each week   deafened by the clatter of a sinking ship.   helicopters every night over washington   and youy don't know if military    or if civilian   and you don't know it's the coming   of armageddon   there's a thousand men in uniforms   a thousand men with guns   they make a sound like...