Thunder rolls in
Promising things to come
A storm of another time
The band plays
southern comfort music
Hardly noticed in the back ground
Dancing to devils hate
Stacking lies
After a while they become the truth
Thunder rolls in
Promising to rain on the crowd
The southern music plays strong
Pulling everyone on the floor
Devils men looking on
Hardly noticed in the background
Dancing on devils hate
Rolling the dice
Fate knocking on the door
Thunder rolls across the sky
Lighting lights the night
Promises broken
The storm never arrives
The music ends with the day
Devils men stand
Hardly noticed in the foreground
Stacking the hate
Southern comfort in my hand
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