Calling For Rain
Unwrap that silly Cellophane,
Present my aspect, "Hey, Arkane!",
Should I dare that old window pane?
Let's laugh at that ol' weather vane.
And, who are you, my Crazy Jane?
Am I your target to attain?
I'm not so simple as Ethan Crane,
I'm a lock, sure, so sing refrain.
Who's the last word on who's in-sane?
'Cause it's the forecast rain, rain, rain.
Potential pushes promised grain,
So now, bring it on, rain, rain, rain.
I stood like that pale-towered Dane,
Yet, no more stalled whipped-ass wain,
The road's not too mired to sustain.
It's the time to just pick your strain.
Signaling to make the fast lane
The rush of traffic is no bane,
Velocity first to attain,
Fadin' away's the turnin' stain.
Who's the last word on who's in-sane?
'Cause it's the forecast rain, rain, rain;
Potential pushes promised grain,
So now, bring it on, rain, rain, rain.
Play it for me, "I'm On A Plane",
Hear me madam? Now raise yer cane.
Not waiting on some train in vain,
The hand me down, the walking Cain.
Paint up the valve marked as main,
Won't exhaust beauty in my brain,
Present my aspect, "Hey, Arkane!",
"'Tis a silly place.", Cellophane.
Who's the last word on who's in-sane?
'Cause I'm the forecast rain, rain, rain;
Potential pushes promised grain,
Now, ya know it's on: Rain, Rain, Rain.
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