Lyrics:

The village idiot takes the throneHis the wind in which all must swayAll sane people, die nowBe lifted up and carrie
d awayYouve got no home in this world of sorrows'Theres a parasite feeding onEverybodys bag of rageWhat goes out returns a
gainTo smite the mouth and burn the pageUnder the rain of all our dark tomorrowsI can see in the dark its where I used to
liveI see excess and the gaping needFollow the money see where it leadsIts to shrunken men stuffed up with greedThey meet
and make plans in strange half-lit tableauxUnder the rain of all our dark tomorrowsYouve got no home in this world of sorro
ws