Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon   A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon   Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow   Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go      I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying   But she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line   I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be   I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee      Feel like my soul is beginning to expand   Look into my heart and you will sort of understand   You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away   The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say      Thunder on the mountain, rollin' like a drum   Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from   I don't need any guide, I already know the way   Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day      The pistols are poppin' and the power is down   I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town   The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps picking up speed   Gonna forget about myself for a while, go out and see what others need      I've been sittin' down studyin' the art of love   I think it?ll fit me like a glove   I want some real good woman to do just what I say   Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today      Thunder on the mountain, rolling to the ground   Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down   Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king   I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing      Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches   I'll recruit my army from the orphanages   I been to St. Herman's church, said my religious vows   I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows      I got the pork chops, she got the pie   She ain't no angel and neither am I   Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes   I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams      Thunder on the mountain, heavy as can be   Mean old twister bearing down on me   All the ladies in Washington are scrambling to get out of town   Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down      Everybody going and I want to go too   Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new   I did all I could, I did it right there and then   I've already confessed, no need to confess again      Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north   I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth   The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf   For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself