White sands on sacred land, B52s in Arnhem land
Cold wars buccaneers, lasers in the stratosphere
Theres a shadow across the sun,
alarms of struggle and fight.
Theres poisoned seeds in the perfumed garden
and the spectra of an endless night
Thunder in the distance, Running with the hurricane
Feel the cold winds tuning, keep the faith burning
Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Vogue fashions, empty passions, world banks,
corporation think tanks.
Feeding us our new-made views,
With our Weeties and our septic news.
Geriatric G-grade actor, power in his paternal smile
His inane quotes are last years jokes
Now we judge all his lies on style
Thunder in the distance, Running with the hurricane
Feel the cold winds tuning, keep the faith burning
Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Melt-down, southbound, the winds are blowing gale force
Gather up the children, batten down the doors
Hopes like a beacon in the howling night
Muruoa, Pine Gap, Greenham Common
Together its going to be a long, hard fight
Thunder in the distance, Running with the hurricane
Feel the cold winds tuning, keep the faith burning
Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Rambo, cult machismo, Armageddon, the clouds keep spreading
Warriors rule by fear, fission for the profiteers
Mass march, rally in the twilight, heart and soul, a call for peace
If power is blocked through the ballot box
Then we'll vote in the open streets.