Lovely song …
Um, the golden circus girls and the lion tamers took off because it was time …
To let the angry angels free? Who did this?
You.
When?
When that gypsy gave you the charm to keep the seal sealed and you tossed it in the trash on the Atlantic City boardwalk.
Get out. That was hooey and that gypsy was shifty—she stole twenty bucks from me!
What a clever portent! When we finally arrived …
You mistook me for some rich girl like Paris Hilton or J.K. Rowling … [There was dealing Jake, the gambler and went he came to town—he would spend the baby’s money and suck good liquor down …]
Well at least you had some clue about the game plan…
Yeah, right …
Love of my life—here is all your honey—yes, we can change the world together …
I have my understandable doubts.
You invested heavily—I was so impressed!—and yet scores of demons are still hell bent on scaring the poop out of everyone else. You need not be quite so disgusted …
Why not? What a waste of time and energy! Forget the summer rain. It’ll be choked out by creeps who are just itching to blow everyone else up! I can’t see why if someone has this stupid urge, they just won’t please their passion and kill themselves first.
Not a bad idea …
It’s not a new idea from me. Wanna kill everyone? Make yourself happy. Kill yourself. Wanna terrorize everyone? Terrorize yourself.
Well, I’m singing in the rain … I love your idea—it so logical!
This has always been the hassle with you. You love my dumber ideas—I never accomplish anything, these people compelled to kill keep growing in number and this is hardly an argument to continue on a site dedicated to song meanings.
I disagree—I think you can make that summer rain so real that we’ll all feel it.
Dreamer.
That’s another song … another story …
Lovely song … Um, the golden circus girls and the lion tamers took off because it was time … To let the angry angels free? Who did this? You. When? When that gypsy gave you the charm to keep the seal sealed and you tossed it in the trash on the Atlantic City boardwalk. Get out. That was hooey and that gypsy was shifty—she stole twenty bucks from me! What a clever portent! When we finally arrived … You mistook me for some rich girl like Paris Hilton or J.K. Rowling … [There was dealing Jake, the gambler and went he came to town—he would spend the baby’s money and suck good liquor down …]
Well at least you had some clue about the game plan… Yeah, right … Love of my life—here is all your honey—yes, we can change the world together … I have my understandable doubts. You invested heavily—I was so impressed!—and yet scores of demons are still hell bent on scaring the poop out of everyone else. You need not be quite so disgusted … Why not? What a waste of time and energy! Forget the summer rain. It’ll be choked out by creeps who are just itching to blow everyone else up! I can’t see why if someone has this stupid urge, they just won’t please their passion and kill themselves first. Not a bad idea … It’s not a new idea from me. Wanna kill everyone? Make yourself happy. Kill yourself. Wanna terrorize everyone? Terrorize yourself.
Well, I’m singing in the rain … I love your idea—it so logical! This has always been the hassle with you. You love my dumber ideas—I never accomplish anything, these people compelled to kill keep growing in number and this is hardly an argument to continue on a site dedicated to song meanings. I disagree—I think you can make that summer rain so real that we’ll all feel it. Dreamer. That’s another song … another story …