Oh an how the thunderclaps
they paint the world with sound.
They came across as though they would come down,
but rest assured they have no home here on the ground.
And thrust as though,
as though you would become the bane of some,
just as fickle means reap sickly beans from guns.
Shootin' upward buryin' bullets in the crown.
This storm has whipped up something from on down.
And we're shrinkin' as it's growing strong and stout
Yes sir, it's taken hold of what we've done without!
Oh what's that raining sound of opening eyes of ears that found
the voices all a growing lifting upwards all around?
How meddling these with collars showing blowing with the breeze!
How steadying they find dollars rowing upward with the stream!
They'll thrust in vain,
Oh from the depths paid women wept and prayed.
Top hatted men in cigar dens oh they,
they sign the checks in hopes the storms their pockets pay.
But work needs done,
just to buy the facts and sell them back to us. It's just
a roulette wheel that spins and lands as we fuss
over how we use the thunder as our crutch.
You see we see things as right and wrong and such,
but they see it as plus and minus plus.
Yes sir, they'll buy us and sell us right back to us.
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