Hazy Day

Caustic soda bubbling over,
Burning my insides out.
Paranoic grey begging me to stay
Priests in robes saying

This is the day
This is the hour
The new born child
Shall be clothed
In flowers.

Psychedelic colours
Dulling to affray
Cosmic children's mindgames
Going out of play

And then the Sun goes dead
And the sky explodes
And the little green martians
All turn into toads

Coz it's a hazy day
And my vision is blurred
And all the colours are whispering
So sounds cannot be seen
And all the clouds below are turning mean
And the things that say
Are so
Obscene

Now I'm alone at last
And the anger has passed
And the Psychic blast
Has taken me fast

I think my mission in life
Is to build plastic gnomes,
To exterminate all beetles
And to wipe out human clones

Then when my mission is over,
I think I'll fly to Dover
And set up a school for the toads

I'll leave the gnomes alone
And I'll get me a home
And there I shall live
Enlightend
All alone

I'm gonna do it on a Hazy day,
When my vision is blurred
When all the colours are whispering
So sounds cannot be seen
When all the clouds below
Are turning mean
And all the things that they say
Are So
Obscene.