The rain's been coming down for days
We are in mud up to our knees
The city's drowning in gray
Gray shapes are huddled in the streets
Plain-haired women pray for sun
Their faces chiseled with despair
Men's hands are reaching out for guns
Searching for triggers in the air
The puddles spread like ugly stains
The children play without a sound
Only the drip, drip of the rain
It's as if God is pissing down
Hummers rolling by, their windows black
Black eyes and camouflage
Kevlar vests on bodyguards
Of so called businessmen and oligarchs
There is no soap. There is no bread
The slow moving human lines
The wind drives clouds overhead
In passing touches the skyline
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
The peeling paint hangs off the walls
The homeless dog digs in the trash
The population's hoarding gold
We no longer trust in cash
Exposed branches seem to weep
Cigarette butts squash underfoot
Nobody cares enough to sweep
The city's gray. The city's mute
Hummers rolling by, their windows black
Black eyes and camouflage
Kevlar vests on bodyguards
Of so called businessmen and oligarchs
There is no soap. There is no bread
The slow moving human lines
The wind drives clouds overhead
In passing touches the skyline
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Abandoned car frames bloom with rust
Large cracks appear in the sidewalks
The people's eyes are downcast
We do not live; we all sleepwalk
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip
Genviel - Eve of Civil War (feat. Meg Morgan) Lyrics
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The rain's been coming down for days
We are in mud up to our knees
The city's drowning in gray
Gray shapes are huddled in the streets
Plain-haired women pray for sun
Their faces chiseled with despair
Men's hands are reaching out for guns
Searching for triggers in the air
The puddles spread like ugly stains
The children play without a sound
Only the drip, drip of the rain
It's as if God is pissing down
Hummers rolling by, their windows black
Black eyes and camouflage
Kevlar vests on bodyguards
Of so called businessmen and oligarchs
There is no soap. There is no bread
The slow moving human lines
The wind drives clouds overhead
In passing touches the skyline
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
The peeling paint hangs off the walls
The homeless dog digs in the trash
The population's hoarding gold
We no longer trust in cash
Exposed branches seem to weep
Cigarette butts squash underfoot
Nobody cares enough to sweep
The city's gray. The city's mute
Hummers rolling by, their windows black
Black eyes and camouflage
Kevlar vests on bodyguards
Of so called businessmen and oligarchs
There is no soap. There is no bread
The slow moving human lines
The wind drives clouds overhead
In passing touches the skyline
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Abandoned car frames bloom with rust
Large cracks appear in the sidewalks
The people's eyes are downcast
We do not live; we all sleepwalk
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip
We are in mud up to our knees
The city's drowning in gray
Gray shapes are huddled in the streets
Plain-haired women pray for sun
Their faces chiseled with despair
Men's hands are reaching out for guns
Searching for triggers in the air
The puddles spread like ugly stains
The children play without a sound
Only the drip, drip of the rain
It's as if God is pissing down
Hummers rolling by, their windows black
Black eyes and camouflage
Kevlar vests on bodyguards
Of so called businessmen and oligarchs
There is no soap. There is no bread
The slow moving human lines
The wind drives clouds overhead
In passing touches the skyline
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
The peeling paint hangs off the walls
The homeless dog digs in the trash
The population's hoarding gold
We no longer trust in cash
Exposed branches seem to weep
Cigarette butts squash underfoot
Nobody cares enough to sweep
The city's gray. The city's mute
Hummers rolling by, their windows black
Black eyes and camouflage
Kevlar vests on bodyguards
Of so called businessmen and oligarchs
There is no soap. There is no bread
The slow moving human lines
The wind drives clouds overhead
In passing touches the skyline
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Living on the eve of civil war
Awaiting civil war
Abandoned car frames bloom with rust
Large cracks appear in the sidewalks
The people's eyes are downcast
We do not live; we all sleepwalk
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip of rain
Only the drip, drip, drip
Writer: Julie Deshtor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid