The Weatherman Is Full of Spit
Chemicals, oh chemicals,
you've come to fix my brain,
sanity, oh sanity,
you make me go insane.
As simple as the sun that comes,
to brighten up your day,
as complicated as the moon,
that takes it all away.
The sun it shines and everytime,
it burns my effin eyes,
the moon it lies, I try and try,
but never effin learn.
Chemicals, oh chemicals,
you've come to ease the pain,
sanity, oh sanity,
you've left me in the rain.
The sun is to alive,
as the moon it is to die,
my hope is a cloud thats on the ground,
I try, and try and try.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2012
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