You can have it Everything you wanted, everything that you could need You can take it Cold throats and wet tongues always speak more clear Lie down, pour it out Oh, how we spilled our guts out How it feels to choke down And whisper storm clouds We've got secrets Precious little mouthfuls to feed your fears We strike matchsticks Tiny flames light up to burn your ears Lie down, spill it out Oh, how it feels to force down How we poured our hearts out Screaming storm clouds And on every rainy day, we sing For all these motherfuckers For all these petty officers For all that these weathermen Pretended not to know Pretended not to know. We sing storm clouds We sing storm clouds We sing storm clouds Is it what you wanted? Is it what you wanted? Is it what you wanted?