[Verse 1]
The streets were cold and barren
The nights were dark and dank
And the sky, hadn't had a rain cloud in it for 25 years
The buildings were dead and the alleys
Stunk from things that used to live there
Ah that wasn't the city I remembered
A Child in the street, barefoot pulling at his
Mama's tattered coattails: like a rat dogs existence
With not a scrap left on the plate
And so much like a fable, their lives so unstable
Because the only thing left was their faith
And there sure as hell ain't much I can do
About me
[Chorus 1]
There's a Meltdown in the sky
There's a new day coming and I don't know why
There's a fear that gets me high
And the cold night numbs as the Jet Black clouds roll on by
[Verse 2]
So sad was the scene that my eyes did behold
Made me wonder just who was the foe
And was it all to come true what Nostradamus
Had predicted such a long long time ago?
You could hear screams and moaning
From the people atoning
For their sins of a guilt ridden life
And the final door shuts
From the wind that leaves cuts
From the edge on the blade of God's knife
And there sure as hell ain't much I can do about
The streets were cold and barren
The nights were dark and dank
And the sky, hadn't had a rain cloud in it for 25 years
The buildings were dead and the alleys
Stunk from things that used to live there
Ah that wasn't the city I remembered
A Child in the street, barefoot pulling at his
Mama's tattered coattails: like a rat dogs existence
With not a scrap left on the plate
And so much like a fable, their lives so unstable
Because the only thing left was their faith
And there sure as hell ain't much I can do
About me
[Chorus 1]
There's a Meltdown in the sky
There's a new day coming and I don't know why
There's a fear that gets me high
And the cold night numbs as the Jet Black clouds roll on by
[Verse 2]
So sad was the scene that my eyes did behold
Made me wonder just who was the foe
And was it all to come true what Nostradamus
Had predicted such a long long time ago?
You could hear screams and moaning
From the people atoning
For their sins of a guilt ridden life
And the final door shuts
From the wind that leaves cuts
From the edge on the blade of God's knife
And there sure as hell ain't much I can do about
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