White domes on sacred sand, B52's in Arnhem Land
Lasers in the stratosphere, Cold War buccaneers
There's a shadow across the sun, alarm to struggle and fight
There's poisoned seeds in the perfumed garden
And the spectre of an endless night
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Feel the cold winds turning, keep the faith burning
Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
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Vogue fashions, empty passions
World banks, corporation think-tanks
Feeding us our new-made views
With our Weeties and our septic news
Geriatric B-grade actor, power in his paternal smile
His inane quotes are last years jokes
And now we judge all his lies on style
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Feel the cold winds turning, 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, and batten down the doors
Hope's like a beacon in the howling night
Mururoa, Pine Gap, Greenham Common
Together it's going to be a long hard fight
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Rambo, cult machismo, Armageddon
The clouds keep spreading
Warriors rule by fear, a fission for the profiteers
Mass march, rally in the twilight
Heart and soul a call for peace
If power is blocked at the ballot box
We'll vote it in the open streets
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Feel the cold winds turning, keep the faith burning
Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane
Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains
Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane