This storm is beautiful   It breaks the breakable   It blows unstoppable   They had claimed victory   They look so stupid now   It's ashes in their mouths      There are new soft people   For the new soft winters   But they cannot touch us   I was taught not to cry   I do not need to cry   I can hold myself inside      So today is a good day   Today is a good day      We love to dress to kill   They gave us uniforms   They say they suit us well   But these rules are not agreed   They're only sophistry   They don't apply to me      So today is a good day   Today is a good day      And the birds of prey love September   Flying like the harbingers of the winter   Swooping down through the azure perfect sky      We're drifting weightless   (We push our trolleys down)   Through the aisles of the Superstore   Like a couple of Stepford Wives   This joke is on us all   We all are laughable   We became what we despise      So today is a good day   Today is a good day