Krakatoa

Life is an uphill battle No credit only blame You play the cards they hand you But there’s no meaning to the game The rock rolls down upon you And you try and you try again As you justify existence To live in the world of men Oh, Krakatoa Raining down on me Oh, Krakatoa You size up situations Dig your trenches and hunker in Wear your machine gun bullet halo As if you had a chance to win But in the country of your spirit, You’re awaiting deportation Still, your wet eyes greet the morning light In stagnant celebration The anvil of your calling Keeps pressing for response As the blacksmith strikes the molten mash Amid your veil of sparks And it seems like you’ve been bent this way For a hundred-thousand years With the peoples of antiquity Who learned to explain their fears – Oh, Krakatoa Raining down on me Oh, Krakatoa