Well the weather outside is frightful,
but the fire is so delightful,
so since we've got no place to go...
Let it blow,
let it blow,
let it blow.
There are storms rollin' in
doesn't that fire sound delightful?
To burn the buildings all away
so hurricanes have nothing left,
come judgement day.
We'd cut off a foot
to save a leg.
(So to speak).
Well, I know my argument is weak,
but it's all that I can do.
So do your best, Mother Nature.
You'll soon learn
this land won't burn.
We've lived through an apocalypse
we sure as hell can weather this,
one more little storm.
I know it seems a shame
that nothing here will change
and the corruption will remain,
but don't you fret
my dear wind storm,
you did your best;
But disease will just endure.
You'll still leave here
with nothing to show
so let it blow,
let it blow,
let it blow. |
Submission Name: Wind Storm
