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Thunder on the mountain, on the moon
There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be soon
Today's the day, grab my trombone and blow
Well, there's hot here and it's everywhere I go

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep crying
When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living the line
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia could be
I been looking for her even clear Tennessee

Feel like my soul is to expand
into my heart and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now trying to run me away
The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see it say

Thunder on the mountain, rolling a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the coming from
I don't need any guide, I know the way
Remember this, I'm your servant both and day

The pistols are and the power is down
I'd like to try but I'm so far from town
The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps picking up
Gonna forget myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I've sitting down studying the art of love
I think it will fit me like a
I want some real woman to do just what I say
Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world

Thunder on the mountain to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning walk the road down
Some sweet day I'll stand beside my
I wouldn't betray your love or any thing

raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
I'll my army from the orphanages
I to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows
sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the chops, she got the pie
She ain't no and neither am I
on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I'll say this, I don't give a damn about dreams

on the mountain heavy as can be
Mean old bearing down on me
All the of Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down

going and I want to go too
Don't wanna take a with somebody new
I did all I could and I did it right there and
I've confessed, no need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up
I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth forth
The on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf
For the of God, you ought to take pity on yourself