I've got toilet paper
I've got mandarins
A banjo and a pickup
My frets tied by their strings
And so I
Frequent cemetaries
My friends, they call my name
Not certain I'm not haunted
They cry: "Don't make the same
Mistakes as
We, almost forgotten
We've seen this shit before
You think that you're a loner
We're grains upon the shore
Yes I believe you should be broken-minded
Yes you've got a right to lose your way
Yes you think the system is retarded
But listen to those of us if we may
Watch the luminous rainbow arcing
Why in heaven do you think it's there?
Why's there no white and black's gone awol?
Why's theren't even a shade of grey?
There you'll see magenta
It differs from the gold
Whadya think the blue's for?
And why's it turn to green?
And so is
Orange something special?
Is pink just for the gays?
The violet and indigo
Could it have
Tiered a different way?
And so our
Friend or foe, whatever,
We only call your name
Dont listen to your bullshitq
Go searching for the rain"
