Here come the red clouds, they come covering the sky
Now I'm seeing red rain, staining over my car
I despair, must be red paint
Someone thought it isn't, but it's wine of the saint

Some plants may wither, even others still breed
But when bathed in sunshine, they would look more tie dye
And those plants got big, but discolored
One thing I'll tell some of you guys have been bothered
Bloody weather comes now over us

In late November, I've seen red-tinted ice
I've seen orange snowfall, painting neighborhoods red
Wood out there recolored crimson
Strange forecast coming thralled over my wisdom
Bloody weather shines down over us

Red maple leaves unwithered, local warming
And now bloody water in the lakes and rivers
Oh and flash floods turning burgundy
Got to be strange looking, and somewhat hard to see
Bloody weather spreads wide over us