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 (yeah 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 muddle 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