Weatherman

On the edge of another depression
At the feet of a whole new dispossession
At the polls to get fucked well beyond oppression
On a bend just trying to forget it

The rain falls hard on the overinformed
And the thunder always frightens the most thoroughly warned
But as the wind picks up and the cynic gets surer
The sky goes black and the panic grows purer
But it does nothing to calm the storm

Because lightning strikes as it will
Power blights as it will
Poverty does little more than break the will
And kill

And though there's sure to be something we can do
Nothing near enough to save the many from the few
And though there's nothing I can really do
I'd hate to say that I stayed in the way even though I knew

No hope to carry me through

Because lightning strikes as it will
Power blights as it will
Poverty does little more than break the will
And kill

And I foresee a tragedy
Of man separated from humanity
Of life so degraded that there's nowhere left to flee
An entire race that can't afford to eat

The rain falls hard on the overinformed
And the thunder always frightens the most thoroughly warned
But as the wind picks up and the cynic gets surer
The sky goes black and the panic grows purer
But he does nothing to calm the storm

How do I calm this storm?

When lightning strikes as it will
Power divides as it will
Poverty does so much more than break the will
It kills

And though there's sure to be something we can do
Nothing near enough to save the many from the few
And though there's nothing I can really do
I'd hate to say that I stayed in the way even though I knew

And though there's sure to be something we can do
Nothing near enough to rectify what we've been through
And though there's nothing I can really do
I'd hate to say that I let the wave fall upon you to

And I hope that you'll carry me through

Because lightning strikes as it will
Power resides in the will
And poverty can do so much more to wake the will
To kill
Must we kill?

When the rain falls hard on the overinformed
And the thunder always frightens the most thoroughly warned
But as the wind picks up and the cynic gets surer
The sky goes black and the panic grows purer
We do nothing to calm the storm