When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get gray and cloudy,
Then the rain begins to fall, pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
Love is gone, what can matter,
No sweet lover man comes to call.
When Sunny gets blue, she breaths a sigh of sadness,
Like the wind that stirs the trees,
Wind that sets the leaves to swaying
Like some violin is playing strange and haunting melodies.
You were the sunshine, baby, whenever you smiled
But I call you Stormy today
All of a sudden that ol’ rain’s fallin’ down
And my world is cloudy and gray
You’ve gone away
Oh Stormy, oh Stormy
Bring back that sunny day
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
Just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Oh, raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
Keep a-fallin’
Cause I just done me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Oh, raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
Keep a-fallin’
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can’t sleep, and I lay, and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain
Oh I could tell you stories of the glories of that train
Of the 49’er miners and the time old Jesse James
Stole a thousand golden nuggets in that ‘Great Train Robbery’
And when old Abe Lincoln rode with Tad upon his knee
Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line
Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line
If you can’t afford a quarter then you ought to give a dime
If everybody gave then we could save the Blue Water Line
Even the old folks never knew why they call it like they do.
I was wondering since the age of two, down on Copperline.
Copper head, copper beech, copper kettles sitting side by each.
Copper coil, cup o’Georgia peach, down on Copperline.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end
There won’t be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away
Onward, Christian soldiers!
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before.
An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time.
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must die.
Day of wrath, O day of mourning!
See fulfilled the Prophet’s warning,
Heaven and earth in ashes burning.
Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he’s creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free
Oops, not quite succinct. But oh well.
What a mad delusion
Livin’ in that confusion
Frustration an’ doubt
Can you ever live without the game
The sad sad game
Mad game
There’s too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion.
Bah Humbug; now that’s too strong!
'Cause it is my favorite holiday.
But all this year’s been a busy blur
Don’t think I have the energy
To add to my already mad rush
Just 'cause it’s 'tis the season.
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
“Stink! Stank! Stunk!”
Ooooh that smell
Can’t you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
I love the dead before they’re cold
They’re bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing
I love the dead before they rise
No farewells, no goodbyes
I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
I want everything to be the way it used to be
Back to being a child again, thinking the world was mine
I wanna see Christmas, Christmas through your eyes
With the eyes of a child
You must come out and see
That your world’s spinning 'round
And through life you will be
A small part of a hope
Of a love that exists