Knocked out by cloudy days
(Golden sunshine turns to gray)
Each day I clean my face
(Rub my eyes and say)
If clouds don't part I fear a rain could wash my brain away
Knocked out by clouded vision
(Oh, for nearly eighty days)
And this is my infliction
(Dark clouds on the retinae)
Day 81 will find its way
Oh well, so what? You're mind might fade
You'll love the way you look with your perception fresh decayed
It's only clouded vision
This is my infliction
Been having for days
I don't worry anyway
My eyes are coming out of the sockets
Fists clenching tightly in my pockets
Knocked out by cloudy days
(Oh, for nearly 80 days)
Each day I clean my face
(Dark clouds on the retinae)
Knocked out by cloudy days
(Golden sunshine turns to gray)
I rub my eyes and say
A rain could wash my brain away