Rain, rain look up in the sky,nAll you see is yourselfnBlack cloud pointed with troublenHanging over our nation, and younnAll dry, are the crop aroundnWe will be forced to stealnLike Grey Hawk perched up in tree,nWaiting for the right kind of thrill (kill),nFrom younnBang, bang your magic is here, nWhite men and God are one?nMake us feel like foreigners,nDevil's under our own sunnnWait, wait a few are blind,nLet's trade secrets and get along finenWhich part of ours is entitled to us?nYou can't cross our imaginary linesnnTrail of Fear and tears to come,nNot a dry eye in our tribenAll worn down by the power of NewnLet's get together and drink until noonnLet's get together and dreamnLet's get together and drink until noonnnHow could we stop this forcenThat grew on us?nWe should have drawn our own lines