August 8th

Birds singthere's not a cloud in the sky August 8th
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautifulday
Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is ok
The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is abeautiful day
What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene
There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying tobe mean
The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in that isanything grey
Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day
Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythingslooking good
There's been no permanent damage done
Yeah August 8th came right when it should
Poor Jeff
Poor little
Timmy turtle
Staying home on such a beautiful day