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