Under The Storm Clouds

Things are looking good, now
Under the storm clouds
Shiftless minds feel right at home
Where the dunce-cap children roam the street
And the jocks with guns go home with broken teeth
Death and life in ritual
Yield a maggot from a fly
And back to dirt it goes
When its wings move are like soup
And the world around it slows

Things are looking good, now
Under the storm clouds
Shiftless minds feel right at home
Where the dunce-cap children roam the street
And the jocks with guns go home with broken teeth