So on that cheap sunny day, all happy and glistening.
Pearls of the body-beechees.
And along the dragon comes and blows its flame upon me,
No way to fight back, almost straight jacket.
And that fluff left on my body as I take all the hits.
This dragon left me with, on a daily basis nothing but cheap cheer exiting my mouth in behind and shining its staff too.
So on this day of sun, my true friends from far I'm tearing, left with none.
And the devil telling my past is all I have.
But I still grip my light and move on either alone or with this sad dragon.
