I don't know, maybe it was the rain,
Another gray day, of fault making
The real test was finding a bucket with enough holes to let it out
One of those days when the corn dries up,
And your nose turns red, and the crystals break
Late day, the sun sets back up,
Back up to the warm room
God is lying on your bed talking backwards
Here take my legs,
Take my eyes,
Take my brain, take my brain, take my brain, my brain
Home, home without the window again,
I got some blood on the floor,
The window won't close, it's getting cold
The weak marches flags with eyes of fire
No, no not this again,
It's like a stone that smokes instead of burns,
Like wet wood that's green and fresh
You want my chicken?!
my potato salad?!
you want to know how my day was?!
Well, God Was on My Bed When I Got Home!!!
that's how my day was