Текст Bruce Cockburn – All Our Dark Tomorrows

The village idiot takes the throne
His the wind in which all must sway
All sane people, die now
Be lifted up and carried away

There’s a parasite feeding on
Everybodys bag of rage
What goes out returns again
To smite the mouth and burn the page
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows

I can see in the dark its where I used to live
I see excess and the gaping need
Follow the money see where it leads
Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed
They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux

Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows

You’ve got no home in this world of sorrows