| Song | Big Sky Theory |
| Artist | Dozer |
| Album | Through The Eyes Of Heathens |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Say it once | |
| Today | |
| Let the weight | |
| Drop dead | |
| Well I should… | |
| Wonder why | |
| Don’t dare | |
| Let your grief | |
| Away | |
| Well I could invite you all in this war… | |
| Arms control | |
| A waste | |
| Just a wreck | |
| No spare | |
| Let it fold… | |
| So refuse | |
| To die | |
| Broken clouds | |
| The end is nigh | |
| Well we could invite you all in this war… | |
| This end won’t justify the means | |
| The truth has been a little bent | |
| Your men will turn into machines | |
| Is that the letter of intent? | |
| And still we march right into war | |
| Like serpents trying to feel warmth | |
| And soon it all will just implode | |
| This nuclear storm will leave you cold… |
| Say it once | |
| Today | |
| Let the weight | |
| Drop dead | |
| Well I should | |
| Wonder why | |
| Don' t dare | |
| Let your grief | |
| Away | |
| Well I could invite you all in this war | |
| Arms control | |
| A waste | |
| Just a wreck | |
| No spare | |
| Let it fold | |
| So refuse | |
| To die | |
| Broken clouds | |
| The end is nigh | |
| Well we could invite you all in this war | |
| This end won' t justify the means | |
| The truth has been a little bent | |
| Your men will turn into machines | |
| Is that the letter of intent? | |
| And still we march right into war | |
| Like serpents trying to feel warmth | |
| And soon it all will just implode | |
| This nuclear storm will leave you cold |
| Say it once | |
| Today | |
| Let the weight | |
| Drop dead | |
| Well I should | |
| Wonder why | |
| Don' t dare | |
| Let your grief | |
| Away | |
| Well I could invite you all in this war | |
| Arms control | |
| A waste | |
| Just a wreck | |
| No spare | |
| Let it fold | |
| So refuse | |
| To die | |
| Broken clouds | |
| The end is nigh | |
| Well we could invite you all in this war | |
| This end won' t justify the means | |
| The truth has been a little bent | |
| Your men will turn into machines | |
| Is that the letter of intent? | |
| And still we march right into war | |
| Like serpents trying to feel warmth | |
| And soon it all will just implode | |
| This nuclear storm will leave you cold |