siouxsie and the banshees — Cannons

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Troubled weather’s on its way
Tempests threaten us today
There’s no respite from long dark nights

Just the fantasy of spring
From the hailstones of summer
To a scorching winter land
A frozen death sleep, then this heat
Beats down on this buckled land
Flames lick closer to the core

From city limits fireball
And in a headless chicken run
Race red and screaming fire engines
Then the cannons came

Oh ‘neath the brooding sky
Beneath its baleful eye
The cannon shot, the cannon crack
Disturbing night dreams
People fled in droves

To the lakes and to the shores
Left behind a near ghost town
Save the life of the cannons resounding
Still there was no rain
No rain, no rain, no rain
Once more in the line of fire

Hovers the preying sky
The cannons aim jabs at the eye
Heralding the rain
Heralding the rain

Oh, heralding the rain
Heralding the rain