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Rolling thunder like a voice of command
Raindrops fall like the blood from your hands
Pray to God, but I doubt that he's listening
This world's a gutter that he likes to piss in
Tonight, yeah, tonight
Millions of people quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts as the puddles grow deep
Dark clouds of rage block out the sun
Rivers will run red with their blood
Their blood, yeah, their blood
Their blood, their blood, their blood
No place left dry, no place of shelter for which to run
People out of their minds, waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun
Millions of people, all of you people
Dreamed of the sand, now but the sand has turned to mud
Rain's falling down, is this another great flood?
The rivers are running red with our blood
Our blood, yeah, our blood
Our blood, our blood, our blood
No place left dry, no place of shelter for which to run
People out of their minds, waiting for the storm to pass
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