Political Rain by Ancient Shapes Lyrics
There was a backdoor ?, every blood soaked in the
Yes, I got the colours just right but the ? of the American flag (? to the audience)
But you better watch your mouth, son
You know a hard rain’s gonna come
And these colours are gonna run when they’re washed in political rain
Well the ? has dried and the people turned their eyes from the light
Oh, and then someone threw a french door, laughing at the heat of thе night
Oh, brother
You better watch your mouth, son
You know a hard rain’s gonna comе
And these colours are gonna run when they’re washed in political rain
It’s gonna come down like never before
There’ll be a river in the middle of the last world war
’til every open wound ? human shame is washed in political rain
Put your hands out people, bring ‘em closer to your face
I wanna race you to the garden if the garden hasn’t been erased
Give me an apple
You better watch your mouth, son
You know a hard rain’s gonna come
And these colours are gonna run when they’re washed in political rain
It’s gonna come down like never before
There’ll be a river in the middle of the last world war
’til every open wound ? human shame is washed in political rain
Yes, I got the colours just right but the ? of the American flag (? to the audience)
But you better watch your mouth, son
You know a hard rain’s gonna come
And these colours are gonna run when they’re washed in political rain
Well the ? has dried and the people turned their eyes from the light
Oh, and then someone threw a french door, laughing at the heat of thе night
Oh, brother
You better watch your mouth, son
You know a hard rain’s gonna comе
And these colours are gonna run when they’re washed in political rain
It’s gonna come down like never before
There’ll be a river in the middle of the last world war
’til every open wound ? human shame is washed in political rain
Put your hands out people, bring ‘em closer to your face
I wanna race you to the garden if the garden hasn’t been erased
Give me an apple
You better watch your mouth, son
You know a hard rain’s gonna come
And these colours are gonna run when they’re washed in political rain
It’s gonna come down like never before
There’ll be a river in the middle of the last world war
’til every open wound ? human shame is washed in political rain