Naked from the fee
From the decade of the bees
On a new road
With no true know that see it

There's doubt in every face
And there's a liar on the stage
And what good is it
If you don't hear him say of believing

Every clap brings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, it's coming
Yeah, it's coming

So slap back in the face
For a city county race
And the coin drops in the box
Don't change the meter

There's a storm and it's a raging
In the belly of the slaving
It's coming, it's coming
It's coming, it's coming

And when the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It's coming, it's coming