I wanna go out, but it's raining outside And there's this thunder, there's this thunder I want to get my bike and go where it's peace and quiet But there's this thunder, there's this thunder Rushing through my body, rushing through what's all of me And you can tell me I am pretty, but I don't really care And you can tell me I am lucky But I don't listen on that ear And you can tell me I'm like a spoiled kid
And I'll be angry but I won't hear When you're just trying to get the thunder away from my head There's a small black box somewhere inside and it's locked I call it my thunder, it's my thunder But when it comes out, oh I hate it so much It's my thunder, It's the thunder Rushing through my body, rushing through what's all of me And you can tell me...