Death to the Storm

There's a song we used to know
A kind of weary blues-
Some broken tune from long ago
Some of us still like to use.
It hangs up high in the rafters
Like smoke it has no form-
Keep it all hid like laughter
And sing out “Death! Death to the storm!”

Death to the storm
Death to the storm
Death to the storm
Death to the storm

We keep it all hid like laughter
And sing out “Death! Death to the storm!”

I've caught my rage in the making
Alive here in my hand-
But it bent the rod to breaking and still
I'm a hungry, hungry man.
The trouble is so underrated,
A bent, battered, rusted horn
Calling all the great ill-fated
Who bring death, death to the storm

Death to the storm
Death to the storm
Death to the storm
Death to the storm

We call upon the great ill-fated
Who bring death, death to the storm

A line of cars is rolling west now
A dark river just begun
The tramps are huddled in their best now
Like a funeral in the sun
A man waits on orange crates
His meager eyes go soft and warm
As women wade the deep parade
Cheering “Death! Death to the storm”

Death to the storm
Death to the storm
Death to the storm
Death to the storm
As women wade the deep parade
Cheering “Death! Death to the storm!”