There's a big man in charge who's running the show He's a son with a gun and he wants you to know He's got plans for this world way beyond your control So you better shut your mouth and do what you're told
His family and friends aren't content with their own They won't feel secure until they've stole all the gold And hidden their treasure in their large off-shore homes While he turns a blind eye from his ill-gotten throne
Like storm clouds in the sky Our force is on the rise A flood to quench the fire And wash away your crimes
He thinks he's king of the world, but he's really a pawn Of the corporate elite who make big money from war They print the magazines and write the news reports That keep us entertained and distract us with sports
We're coming
Like storm clouds in the sky Our force is on the rise A flood to quench the fire And wash away your crimes
There is blood on our hands; there is mud on our souls I've had all that I can; I cannot take it no more Lies built upon lies as wide as it's tall This old house of cards is just ready to fall
We're coming
Like storm clouds in the sky Our force is on the rise A flood to quench the fire And wash away your crimesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
