A song about the inevitability and necessity of protest. To oppress and expect no backlash is like expecting thunder without a storm. Through the driving rain In the dark they came With a bill in their hand To silence every man Oh The march of black boots In standard issue suits To serve and protect A social disconnect Oh As the water flows A rumble grows: A storm is brewing Though the rain beats hard upon the ground The roars of angry tempests resound For though our wil More

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