The village idiot takes the throne

His the wind in which all must sway

All sane people, die now

Be lifted up and carried away

Youve got no home in this world of sorrows'



Theres a parasite feeding on

Everybodys bag of rage

What goes out returns again

To smite the mouth and burn the page

Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows



I can see in the dark its where I used to live

I see excess and the gaping need

Follow the money see where it leads

Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed

They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux



Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows



Youve got no home in this world of sorrows