If The Weather Permits Me
Afternoon delight
A raindrop lands and knocks me out
Soaking wet, sprawled out on the ground
Dark and abrasive night
Hurricane Hitler shows no mercy, no avail
Strangled, dangling from a tree branch, marks across my face
Bloodied up and broken down
Squeeze your head
Until it stops spinning round'
When the mental weather lets up, perhaps we'll picnic in the park
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