The Weather Machine

Well, it’s high noon at the Last Chance saloon

Second home to racketeers

Where the magic man sells his masterplan

He’s a global pioneer

He says: Villains roam towards our homes

And they’ll burn away the clouds

But my new invention, my weather engine

Is already eastward bound

Terraform the desert into paradise

With our weather machine

We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice

With our weather machine

So the giant device spewing liquid ice

Is flown to foreign lands

Where the locals curse their forever thirst

And the neverending sands

But the rain falls hot with a kilowatt

Of the magic man’s bloodlust

And funny little rivers form

Black ribbons in the dust

Terraform the desert into paradise

With our weather machine

We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice

With our weather machine

Spinning words at the hungry herds

He’s twisting a new truth

It’s the magic man and his faithful gang

Dreaming of eternal youth

He says: Villains roam towards our homes

And they’ll burn away the clouds

But worry not, cause I wrote the plot

And I know how it turns out

Terraform the desert into paradise

With our weather machine

We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice

With our weather machine