Текстове на песни: Chuck Prophet. Statehouse (Burning In The Rain).

Yes indeed it's oh so very nice of you to ask
Still I can't help wondering if I'm equal to the task
Of washing up and getting dressed and waiting on a train
To come so far to watch the Statehouse burn down in the rain

Well, the highway's choked with minivans and traitors heading west
Here I am still wheezing like a sick bird in a nest
My heart is weak, my face is long, I'm not up to the strain
To breathe the smoke and watch the Statehouse burn down in the rain

Well I'm not your father
And I'm not your lover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over
You'd better take cover
You'd better take cover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over

The Governor kept telling us he was the People's voice
He said the time is high for all of us to make a choice
Then he jammed his little finger in a rusty weather vane
And ran out of the Statehouse as it burned down in the rain
It's easy making plans out walking in the sun
Any fool can kick an old man down on the ground and turn and run
But it's gonna take some doing, yeah, some doing to explain
All the cheers the night the Statehouse burned down in the rain

I'm not your father
I'm not your lover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over
You'd better take cover
You'd better take cover
Something is rising
And it's boiling over
Oh yeah

The pillars and the amber waves, the bannisters and such
All that seemed too far away, too far away to touch
We never found the numbers or the language to complain
Until the night the Statehouse up and burned down in the rain