Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song His Thunder, artist - Little Comets. Date of issue: 11.12.2011
Song language: English
His Thunder |
| I’m a mat and I still retain |
| Accumulated stories of the tawdry years |
| I’ve been stamped out by rum-fuelled boots |
| The brute, us hiding under stairs. |
| Waiting for his thunder to hit |
| Waiting for his thunder and thinking is this it? |
| Waiting for his thunder to shout |
| Waiting for his thunder to tire itself out. |
| So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin |
| By his sublimations that reside within |
| For I’m the truth, the two in ten |
| That suffer at the whims of the weakest men. |
| Waiting for his thunder… |
| Each bruise I use as a chronicle of all that you gave me now |
| And every scar a reminder of the power that you had |
| The saddest part about the darkest hours |
| The implication that the fault was ours. |
| Waiting for his thunder… |