On the edge of the city in the dust and the daylight

There's a place where the truth cannot hide

There's no hell and no heaven, no sense in believing

All you have is your hope and your pride

Rusting iron, bricks and paper, hold each other for shelter

So you sleep and you call it a home

You may just hear the sound of the "Calm Before The Storm"

In my heart of the country far away from the town

Working day after day in the factories and mines

And your name is a number and your colour is black

It's the colour of midnight and coal

Well, the young men are restless and the old men are tired

Always working for nothing and being alone

You can feel the heat of the "Calm Before The Storm"

Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky

You can put out the fire but the flame won't die, ohhhh...

You must see it blue and early at morning

As the smoke settles slowly and the crowd clears away

The shouting is over, they have nothing to say

Nineteen voices of silence lying dead in the street

Nineteen voices are still now ten thousand will fight

And you might know the voice of the "Calm Before The Storm"

Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky

You can put out the fire but the flame won't die

Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky

And you can put out the fire but the flame won't die

Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...

Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...

Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...

Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...

Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...