August 8th

Bird´s sing there´s not a cloud on the sky,

yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.

I see a bunch of hippies crying,

yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.

Like waking up from a fucked up dream,

suddenly everything is ok,

the storm has passed the sun is shining,

yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.

What´s going on, what´s going on,

is something bumming your scene?

There´s something wrong, there´s something wrong

I´m trying not to be mean.

The air is sweet,

summer flowers blooming nowhere in sights

is the anything grey.

Feeling of joy are filling the street,

yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.

Like waking up from a fucked up dream,

suddenly everything is ok,

the storm has passed the sun is shining,

yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.

There´s been no pernament damage done,

yeah August 8th came right when it should.

What´s going on, what´s going on,

is something bumming your scene?

There´s something wrong, there´s something wrong

I´m trying not to be mean.

Poor Jeff, poor Timmy Turtle,

Staying home on such a beautiful day.