click your fingers applauding the play such clear clear nights and clear days cause lightning never flashes our way if you click your fingers applauding the play fat kings and queens all eating their grapes blood and blaspheme not upon the door drapes scream out for murder scream out for hate if you click your fingers applauding the play and from the horizons the wrath boot s not down clear skies sometimes the clouds so inviting such a friendly sound temples arising are not raked columns not shattered by any earthquakes the seas and famine are all their own brake if you click your fingers applauding the play and from the horizons the wrath boot s not down clear skies sometimes the clouds so inviting such a friendly sound