Lyrics:

William Wallace Geronimo
My granddaddy when he didn't keep his temper on low
Give him Hail Harry, Apache war horse pain
And baby me some nights when I had too much to drink
Put some thunder in my chest and lightning in my eyes
With a mean streak that comes on like a flood
Yeah, most men seek love and peace
But some are born with a storm in their blood
They unite us on a Spartan scene
A lion of Judah flipping tables on Pharisees
We all got a battle, we got a fight
Baby won't you ride with me until I've won all mine?
With a thunder in your chest and lightning in your eyes
And a mean streak that comes on like a flood
Yeah, most will seek love and peace
But some are born with a storm in their blood

Fate whispers to the warrior
"You cannot withstand the storm"
But the warrior whispers back
"I am the storm"