A protest song for the Occupy age.
Vocals, guitar - Hannah Werdmuller
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Through the driving rain
In the dark they came
With a bill in their hand
To silence every man
Oh
The march of black boots
In standard issue suits
To serve and protect
A social disconnect
Oh
As the water flows
A rumble grows:
A storm is brewing
Though the rain beats hard upon the ground
The roars of angry tempests resound
For though our wills grow tired and torn
No thunder without a storm
In the name of retribution
They degrade the constitution
For some petty god above
To govern who and how we love
Oh
This commercial occupation
Of an idealistic nation
And the audit of my sex
I am driven to protest
Oh
Though the water flows
A rumble grows
A storm is brewing
Though the rain beats hard upon the ground
The roars of angry tempests resound
For though our wills grow tired and torn
No thunder without a storm
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
Though the thunder may roll, they will never take us all
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