Pray to God
But I doubt that he's listening
This world is a gutter
That he likes to [bad word] in tonight

Millions of people
Quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts
As the puddles grow deep

Dark clouds of rage
Black out the sun
The rivers [bad word] Red with their blood

No place left dry
No place of shelter for which [bad word] People huddle in mass
Waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun

Millions of people
All of you people
Dream of the sandman
But the sandman has turned to mud

Rain falling down
Is this another great flood?
The rivers [bad word] Red with our blood