I woke up this morning
and it's raining in my head
I can't get out of bed

and theres nothing left to be said

rain comes down like pity

whether I'm standing or I'm sitting
all I see the sky just keeps spitting


It's miserable today
kids can't go to play
I wanna see blue but I look up and it's grey


so please just tell me this
if I asked for just one kiss

would you do it or would tell me to stop scaring your kids

Chorus:


its gotta be grey before its green again
in my chlorophyll eyes I'll be your man

come see your sin
the futures grey
but colouring books will make the colours stay


so tell me all my fair weather friends
even though it's raining and your gone in the end

I got my rent but I think I'll spend
it on my watercolour scars as they heal and mend


I'll be a downer and I'll be called a cynic
nut I paint my world with canvas and acrylic
come get it

you know your life's wasting
with every new party and newest wine tasting
I'm telling you happiness is worth the wait

wait for the sun to come out through gasoline grey
the greenest trees may not stay
but I'll hide with chickadees and hear them say


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this concrete matress is what I walk on

taxidermy gloves I got my paws on
I'll sing along and bring my pawn
to the long prawn floss on, bringin the boss song


I'll see the trees their swinging their hatchets
protecting the nest of al the nuthatches

they got out their torches but they're more of matches
bring some better butter betty's making new batches


bought a better batty bird
ticking til h'es had his turn
wanna win the waning words

of all the Oswald olivers!
gotta be organic
dye my hair with berries not from manic panic


see this world's getting hectic
scour scones from all the sour skeptics

stealing stones are clearly kleptics
and man this better be a brilliant exit