Rolling thunder Like a voice that commands Rain drops fall Like the blood from your hands Pray to God But I doubt that he's listening This world is a gutter That he likes to piss in tonight Millions of people Quietly sleep Dreaming of deserts As the puddles grow deep Dark clouds of rage Black out the sun The rivers will run Red with their blood No place left dry No place of shelter for which to run People huddle in mass Waiting for the storm to pass But it's just begun Millions of people All of you people Dream of the sandman But the sandman has turned to mud Rain falling down Is this another great flood? The rivers are running Red with our blood
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