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!