Lyrics

There is God, there is man, there is business, there is culture, there’s love and there’s war
There is history, media, political fervor, the filthy rich and there’s the dirt poor

OH MAMA! HERE COMES THE STORM! DIG YOUR HANDS IN THE EARTH AND HOLD ON!

There are old seats around the table, there is eating when your belly is full
There are dukes and dictators and her majesty, there is Uncle Sam and there’s bloody John Bull
There are emeralds and pearls in the window sure as diamonds are out in the rough
There is a cowboy with boots up on the table calling out the conman’s bluff
There are bright shining lights, mirrors and magic, smoke and hocus pocus
There is the moment the princess relents not all romantics are hopeless

OH MAMA! HERE COMES THE STORM! DIG YOUR HANDS IN THE EARTH AND HOLD ON!

There are shadows and walls and forgiveness, there are wolves and there are sheep
There are monks praying high in the mountains for vagabonds down on the streets
There’s manipulation and propaganda, evil intentions and mile wide grins
There is the genie up and out of the bottle, best o’ luck getting the genie back in
There is holding destiny’s hand as if she were easy to love
We wrestle our demons down deep inside in plain view of the angels above

OH MAMA! HERE COMES THE STORM! DIG YOUR HANDS IN THE EARTH AND HOLD ON!