I don't know
It always starts raining
I don't know why
It starts raining
Maybe because I step foot
Probably because I cry
Probably because [I live but it] wants me to die
Probably since the [red buttons]
[I prefer a strange hue of purp mixed up all in those green tones
To fulfill mine]
[Want some head at home bad]
Back to where I came back
Back where lemonade stands sit in front of plenty old graves and
Yards will be tombstone
[Miss it in my mind]
But each time I arrive
Many patents should arise from me
Soaked and soiled
'Cuz all rain [erase life] 'round here
And I love this life right here