This storm is beautiful It breaks the breakable It blows unstoppable They had claimed victory They look so stupid now It's ashes in their mouths There are new soft people For the new soft winters But they cannot touch us I was taught not to cry I do not need to cry I can hold myself inside So today is a good day Today is a good day We love to dress to kill They gave us uniforms They say they suit us well But these rules are not agreed They're only sophistry They don't apply to me So today is a good day Today is a good day And the birds of prey love September Flying like the harbingers of the winter Swooping down through the azure perfect sky We're drifting weightless (We push our trolleys down) Through the aisles of the Superstore Like a couple of Stepford Wives This joke is on us all We all are laughable We became what we despise So today is a good day Today is a good day