sun is shining, I can only imagine clouds in the sky

and the beams cry loud in my eyes and I'm fried as I lay me down I am beamed

rain left a caustic shroud on my skin

drained all the healthy clouds off the wind

stains on my cheeks in my head took my long hair

snakes bit my feet, ate my toes

snow left a carpet......

cold on my knees

blew all the 'mid june heat' off the seas

clouds grew a shade, a mushroom shape on the ceiling

flies rub your hands, its all yours!

I have got one finger left

I saved it for my 'ray gun trigger'

all the toes I lost I did preserve in piles

they're gettin' bigger

beamed flies rub your hands its all yours!

have your dance

plastic seasons are here

so please have a little toast to me

go and get pissed on me