Lyrics:

On a tidal wave I stand
Perhaps of me you've heard
With a storm cloud in my hand
I've come dispensing word

Of your company I've tired
Your welcome here is worn
It is you who lit this cradle pyre
It is you who woke this storm

So I do this with regret
But you've left me little choice
When your mouth is full of threats
When you speak you use my voice

Oh child where will you run
When the world's on fire?
Old man see what you've done
As the flames grow higher