Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory
He were practising a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed

On the last of your pick and mix.

Said your mistaken if you thinking that I am gun' go cold before

As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and all is going to waste.


Your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.


The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you

Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide

The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache

Saw them puff your chest out like you never lost a war.
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.


And your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.


Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone $$#umes

You are crying lightning.

Your past-times consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning

Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning.


Your past-times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
Cry-ing.