After The Thunder

Rattle of machine gun fire just blocks away
Innocent bystanders die getting in the way
On the corner there's a guy who's selling dust of dreams...
Tonight the batch is poison, hear the dying junkie's scream

Hush little one, tonight there's no point in you crying,
Sleep now, let the world be torn asunder...
Quiet little one, tomorrow our world will be your world
There'll be time enough for tears after the thunder
After the thunder

Hooker walks the streets outside to sell her piece of skin
Tomorrow's sun will light her body dumped inside a bin...
And in a filthy upstairs room her hungry baby bawls...
The world he'll inherit rots outside these
fucking bloody walls

Only after the last sick shreds of dignity have fallen
into decomposition and despair and all faiths have
collapsed into bloodshed and hatred under the weight
of their own hypocrisy, only then will this succession
bring the world to you

Standing on the corner, no part of any war
comes a fucker loaded with a bag of C4
pushed on the button in the middle of the street
and blows the population into chopped up meat
mothers, fathers, sisters, ministers and whores
blasted into atoms for a lunatic's cause
no logic justifies it, nothing you can do
but this world, child we give it unto you