Turtles Let The Cold Winds Blow
Oh let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell
Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
If rich men and poor cannot live in peace
If hatred and sorrow and prejudice won't cease
If man can't find his senses before it is too late
Well then the cold winds of hardship
Will surely seal his fate
And let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell
The nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
With bombs and big long rifles
We face our fellow man
Spend more time on destruction
Than on nature's master plan
Spend billions of green dollars
So the last war we can win
But not willing to spend a penny
To get to know our kin
And let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell
Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
Well let the cold winds blow
Against the human's race