The fog is cleared
After the rain
My mind is too
Everyone is together
Nothing much more left
Oh those old feelings
Wont they just dissolve
Parades of people
Listening to the favorite tunes
Flags are markers
Balloons are big
when you fall, you will be helped
by the man, in the street
Pass the shit, over here
Is that real tomatoe catsup
Oh nothin but the best!
Why have the real shit
works just fine by itself?
No need for additives
just leave it as it sits
these words keep coming out
not thinking why
does it make sence?
Who cares Its all open for discussion
I might be fuckin stupid \
I dont think so
Evryone else can just kiss my ass