Girl From the Sun

Girl from the sun

The color red

She melted my gun

She melted my head

She's got me

Talking to myself

I sit in restaurants

Forever and talk to myself

She's a girl from the sun

And she sings like a parrot

I'm a very nice fellow

She's right for me

And the full-colored kingdom

Of trickery and chaos

I like her tremendously

And to turn those objections

Into (beer without directions?)

I'll fight for the free

And people who live in glass houses should get stoned

Like the girl from the sun and me