Kill the Weathermen
I'm sick of sixth-sense headaches
Stop the Weathermen
I'm sick of sixth-sense headaches

Here comes the guilt trip
Black and red and bluish-green
Here comes the guilt trip
Getting older in my dreams

Fuck the weathermen
I'm sick of sixth-sense headaches
Fuck the weathermen
I'm sick of sixth-sense headaches

Here comes the guilt trip
Black and red and bluish-green
Here comes the guilt trip
Getting older in my dreams

I love you, I know you


Lyrics submitted by Ken Braley

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