Jon Gomm - The Weather Machine lyrics

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