Forrest Day
Rain, Pain, Sinatra
Introverts, extroverts, perverts and dress shirts
Hide behind your moustache, denial 'cause the truth hurts
Overaged, overweight, lick the spoon, lick the plate
Find it hard to concentrate, too little, too late
Rain, windshield wipers strain
Sinatra sings, Sinatra sings
Rain, traveling down our drains
Cell phones ring, my cell phone rings
Inserts, excerpts, literary experts
Road scars, muscle cars getting lost in deserts
Brainiacs, maniacs, sickly hypochondriacs
Nation dead on Prozac, terrorists attack
Pain, thе world goes up in flames
It's a Christian stampedе, a Christian stampede
Stains, white American shame
A country bereaves, our country bleeds
Ba-ba, do-do-do-do, ba-ba
Do-do-do-do, ba-ba
Do-do-do
So Catholic priests
They ask you please
Stranger roams for shirts with sleeves
Deep denial, pedophile, hiding your identities
Hypocrites, sick of them
Children raped by holy men
Killing yourself, no sacrament
You vile fucking pigs
Oh!
Whoa
Whoa
Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da