Click your fingers applauding the play Such clear clear nights and clear days Cause lightening never flashes our way If you click your fingers applauding the play
Fat kings and queens all eating their grapes Blood and blasphemy not upon the door draped Scream out for murder, scream out for hate If you click your fingers applauding the play
The moon arises the wrath booms not down The clear skies sometimes the clouds So inviting such a friendly sound
Temples arise and are not breaked Columns not shattered by any earthquakes Disease and Famine are all their own prey If you click your fingers applauding the play
The moon arises the wrath booms not down The clear skies sometimes the clouds So inviting such a friendly sound