Clouds of black from God I guess

At least that's what they scream
As they dance the streets covered with joy
And candy wrappers
Discarded by children who know the good guys
Just won, justice, just for the hell of it

The same street which will likely meet
And flood with blood
And we'll dance in the streets
And children will see
The colors of fire, snow, and sky waving in the wind
And know the good guys have won

I still see clouds
From God I guess