I’m Without Sleep In Desert of Concrete - text

It's raining, like there would be no tomorrow,
For all the laying battery cities and the present world order.
It didn't rain for a long, long time,
The ground got dusty fissured, and dry.
Billions of slaves are groaning under the
Planetary work machine that eats in Africa,
Digests in Asia, shits in Europe and North America!

Yeah, North America!

The last lights are dimmed and the rain falls
On prisons on bourgeois cages and TV stations.
It's pouring banks, and churches, and parliaments,
Cop patrol cars, divine monuments!
Tears fall down and thunder hits your door,
I'm without sleep in this desert of concrete.
Without sleep in this desert of concrete.

And we may guess what the rain cries out for,
What the rain cries out for!
And we may guess what the rain cries...
What the rain cries out for!
And we may guess what the rain cries out for,
What the rain cries out for!
And we may guess what the rain cries...
What the rain cries out for!

It's raining, like there would be no tomorrow,
For all the laying battery cities and the present world order.
It didn't rain for a long, long time,
The ground got dusty, fissured and dry.
Billions of slaves are groaning under the
Planetary work machine that eats in Africa,
Digests in Asia, shits in Europe and North America!

Go! Yeah, it's raining again,
It's raining again,
It's raining again...

And we may guess what the rain cries out for,
What the rain cries out for!
And we may guess what the rain cries...
What the rain cries out for!
And we may guess what the rain cries out for,
What the rain cries out for!
And we may guess what the rain cries...
What the rain cries out for!

And we may guess! And we may guess!
And we may guess! What the rain cries out for!