99°

Its 99 degrees on christmas eve

people in the heat just drop on the street

She said, "lets get away from this concrete scene"

Jumped a turnstile and walked into a dream

And the trees are playing chess with a chain saw child

hey baby don't ya feel so bad,

you got head full of grass

I got a hand full of cash

And what was said is done

in the apacalypso sun

now you've got love to kill

oh you've got lungs to fill

so take your sunset pill

The banks are blowing up and the army is too

everyone's looting from the factory tomb

and you take a chair on a rooftop up in the air

and its a christmas island holiday

they can hardly see you

from the window in the street

you clench ya margarita teeth

And what was said is done

in the armageddon son

now you grit your teeth and smile

it's your time, to unwind

in a mushroom cloud of explosive proportion,

mother earths abortion of this helpless orphan

that runs low on endorphins,

she needs a happy pill,

so many sad ones running on the surface,

it amazes me it still turns,

nihilist skies, wide junky eyes,

junkies surprised its"¦

the winter time, in the summer time.

its the summer time, in the winter time.

And I don't mind,

If you don't mind,

99 degrees on christmas eve,

the trees are getting even with the slot machines,

and the cynics wave goodbye

to the post modern sky.

Goodbye.