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 i ve been battered rusted whored 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 westbound 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