Rolling thunder like a voice that commands 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 black 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 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 Our blood Yeah, our blood Our blood, our blood Our 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