Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
I'd be today if I had only stay one night more And sang another song on Susan's floor Like crippled ships that made it through storm and finally reached
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh it's like this uh It's like this yo Yo when I rap on a song Where you at is the storm And when the gat's in my palm Where
' all shiesty Don't make me pepper spray your face, have you lookin' all spicy 'Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
trough I travel through In the storm you are my destination, in the port you are my storm In the storm you are my destination, in the port you are my storm
patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo round Pass the crown to the new female king This is real dog, you nuthin but a lee nail thing [1 life]
is clowns Smash you down, patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo' round Pass the crown to the new female king This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee
I couldn't get up After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up Now I went up the Lee Road a friend for to see They call it the Madhouse in Cork by the Lee
gift but **** never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin' He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm and told my
My man Storm and his home' West Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got
Said her name was Marie from the banks of the Lee With the prettiest eyes my own had ever seen Her hair like ripples they danced with the tide As our
I choose to live Because to me it's all about a buck I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck We stormed the city, shootin' shit up like
to give We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze And oh now we all know that the storm is coming
Yeah, yo Cain what up nigga Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us? Why wouldn't they fab? Yeah, Desert Storm, yeah
that there's been And if I had another chance I'd do it again, nigga Hey anywhere the kid move you know the Hammers'll be with me (Yeah) Pokin' out the shirt like a Pamela Lee
(It?s cold outside) The answer is no (Baby, it?s cold outside) The welcome has been (So lucky that you dropped in) So nice and warm (Look out the window at that storm
m under Born to the wind, I've been flyin' through the breeze Storms roll off in the thunder Finding ways are natural to me Friday nights you'll find me in Lee