The sky is gray
I chased all them birds away
One-to-three more pills
Would make for a holiday
Cause when my mind's a cage
And all my thoughts are prey
I need sunshine
I need a straight line
With all the fireworks in my mind
Making my ears ring
I need sunshine
But the forecast for my mind
Calls for rain
Pouring down today
All my fears
Wrapped into Monday
Tighter than a kung fu grip
Beat the shit out of me again
Any self defense
Would be irrelevant
I need sunshine
I need a straight line
With all the fireworks in my mind
Making my ears ring
I need sunshine
But the forecast for my mind
Calls for rain
All my life I've been wasted
Borderline paranoid, self-medicated
When all I wanted was a little taste of
That sunshine
But the forecast for my mind
Calls for rain
Pouring down
Pouring down
Pouring down today