28 years since I committed a sin Since the storm of '87. hurricane breezed in And my life was changed, my chances slim When someone had hearsay and just called in But I soldiered on and maintained my power Not missing step, never seeming sour But the whole ordeal had lasted for hours A mixture of sun and a mixture of showers And so I've pulled the rug from under you And wool over your eyes Behind the guilt looming, I hear the shouts And sound of stormy cries My sheer enthusiasm hid it all And brought you all to tears But when the curtain falls the winds tell all And now observe my professional rise Return to screen from forecasting decline I ignore my critics and predict just fine But nights are rough when it's just me and wine And so I descend beneath the surface My presenting is nothing and becoming worthless Scream 'its not going to happen' and 'why is this' Lying in a pool of vomit and piss And so I've pulled the rug from under you And wool over your eyes Behind the guilt looming, I hear the shouts And sound of stormy cries My sheer enthusiasm hid it all And brought you all to tears But when the curtain falls the winds tell all I can't eat and I don't sleep A senseless wind that does not cease But I will sow what I have reaped And still the forecast I shall preach And lifeless forms continually seep Out of this world, sub-conscience creep But I will sow what I have reaped And still the forecast I shall preach Hurricane it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen Don't worry it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen Hurricane it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen Don't worry it won't happen, won't happen, won't happen 28 years since I committed a sin Since the storm of '87. hurricane breezed in And my life was changed, my chances slim When someone had hearsay and just called in And I thought that was that, career over Human decline in a supernova But now I see and it's in good measure I'm a national God-damn fuckin' treasure And so I've pulled the rug from under you And wool over your eyes Behind the guilt looming, I hear the shouts And sound of stormy cries My sheer enthusiasm hid it all And brought you all to tears But when the curtain falls the winds tell all