I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines
Don't You know that your creator is running out of ideas

I know that I might die from poison
Invisible hanging there in the sunshine
And don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas

If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't wanna be your enemy
For don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas.

[**Version from "Birthday Blues"]