Lightning Strikes in a distant sky. The thunder rolls
so take the time and listen. A ball of fire lights the
day burning the stormy night away, this ain't no
there's a party going on under the stars you
made-people everywhere join in to sing it.
Whoa, Whoa, we believe, whoa hands are lifted high,
whoa, whoa, we believe, ohh reaching for the maker of
Teaching philosophy of a modern age, evolution of the
human race. Their lying to your face a spoken word,
this world conceived. By God above, we believe.