(ALL) Hail the Photon Pharaoh,
(Who knows) How to extract The Marrow
And yields life without pain,
And can cleanse our souls with rain.

Must make it rain again.
Must make it green again.

We'll soar to heights unimaginable,
Unfathomable to the human mind.
Incinerate the status quo,
Fan the flames of revolution.
Let storm winds blow!

Must make it rain again.