SEASON OF THUNDER

In the season of thunder
The man wants back pay
The dangerous angels
Are all coming out to play
It's a dance with the father
And the fortunate son
It's a Glory Hallelujah
With a kick ass kick drum

There's a black sky
There's a lot of it about
There's a line waiting on the late bus out
A lot of double-click-quick-fix twist and shout

In the season of thunder
They stop all the clocks
Break all the mirrors
Change all the locks
It was stranger than fiction
Faster than sound
She was up for eviction
They were counting it down

There's a lot of fever
A lot of frill
It takes a lot of sugar
To cover that pill
And if the priests don't get you
Then the pop stars will
In the season of thunder

So give us your usual suspects
Your unoriginal sins
Your prime time plane wrecks
Your home loving cleanskins
Let's see action
Let's watch the show
We're on the eve of distraction
Cone on let's go

Will you learn to dance or learn to fly
Will you hit the books come the first of July
Will you cross your fingers and hope to die
In the season of thunder