The river was rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed
The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst
The fur balls flying, trees were dying--dandelions were crippled, bald ...
We saw it all in colour— now we're waiting for the cloud

A mother forcefed baby milk which ticked and bubbled black
She sank it back with plastic pills although it stank ... seemed thankful
Rolled up in her sack, she won't be back, she won't grow old ...
We saw it all in colour— now we're waiting for the cloud

And crocodiles were sprouting wings. Dead sheep filled the fields
The children rode on locusts and threw slings at anything that could be killed and eaten raw
No weeping sore, no claws, no balls ...
We saw it all in colour, now we're waiting for the cloud

We're told it could be 15 days, we're busy digging holes ...
The deep ones for the pure, selected— shallow ones for old and sick
The derelicts, the poor, the junkies, criminals, the whores
There's more, there's red and yellow, black and blue
There's me, there's you. (Waiting for the cloud.)