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It's Raining Missiles

Album 5: The End is Here!

-Spoken Intro-

Now folks, if you’re hearin’ a little thunder outside—

That’s just the forecast comin’ in.

-Verse 1-

There’s a flash across the skyline,

Little tremor in the street,

Windows rattle, dishes clatter,

But we’re still on our feet.

Just a spark up in the distance,

Like the Fourth of July—

Nothing more than noisy weather

Passin’ by.

-Chorus-

It’s raining missiles,

Just a summer storm,

A little boom and then it’s gone,

No cause for alarm.

It’s raining missiles,

Clouds will clear away,

They cannot keep this up forever—

Come what may!

-Verse 2-

Heard they launched a dozen more,

Maybe twenty-two,

But no one’s got a bottomless

Supply of boom to throw at you.

Metal falls and sirens call,

But let’s not overreact—

They’ll run out of fireworks

And then we’ll all relax.

-Chorus-

It’s raining missiles,

Hear that thunder roll,

Just a passing little squall

Above our heads of coal.

It’s raining missiles,

Give it two more days,

They’ll tire out and we’ll be back

To brighter ways.

-Spoken Bridge-

They cannot keep firing forever.

Right?

Nobody has that much ammunition.

Right?

-Verse 3-

Streetlights flicker, radios crack,

Air tastes sharp and dry,

But storms exhaust themselves eventually—

That’s how clouds survive.

Just keep your hat pulled low and tight,

Keep supper on the stove—

By the weekend we’ll be laughin’

At this episode.

-Final Chorus-

It’s raining missiles,

But skies will turn to blue,

A couple days of noise and flash

And we’ll be through.

It’s raining missiles,

Just a passing phase…

They’ll run out soon—

They always do…

Won’t they?