作词 : The Black Angels
作曲 : The Black Angels
Rain, rain look up in sky, 
All you see is yourself 
Black cloud painted with trouble, hanging over our nation, and you 
All dry, are the crop around 
We will be forced to steal 
Like Grey 
Hawk perched up in tree, waiting for the right kind of thrill (kill), from you 
I didn't know this was a game to you 
I should have known by the silver look in your eye 
Bang, bang your magic is here, white men and 
God are one 
Make us feel like foreigners, devils under our own sun 
Wait, wait a few are blind, let's trade secrets and get along fine 
Which part of ours is entitled to us 
You can't cross our imaginary lines 
Trail of Fear and tears to come, not a dry eye in our tribe 
All worn down by the power of 
New, Let's get together and drink until noon 
Let's get together and dream 
Let's get together and drink until noon 
How could we stop this force that grew on us 
We should have drawn our own lines