Running With The Hurricane

White domes on sacred sand, B52s in Arnhem Land
Lasers in the stratosphere, Cold War buccaneers.
There's a shadow across the sun,
Alarms of 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
Vogue fashions, empty passions
World banks, corporation think tanks
Feeding us our new-made views,
With our Wheaties and our septic news.
Geriatric B-grade actor
Power in his paternal smile
His inane quotes are last year's 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
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
Rambo, cult machismo
Armageddon, the clouds keep spreading
Warriors ruled by fear
And 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