goodbye moon, hello sun,
im so glad you came back,
despite how everyone uses you UV
light to tan their bodies untill
they're no longer white, it makes me so sick
it chills my bones while im watching and
waiting for everyone to go home

(chorus) its too late for you to start to hate everything that you've become, post script i hope it was worth it when your standing alone at the pearly gates, and st. peter says "i dont see your name"...

so it looks like your going out
at adverse conditons at best and even
hoodini could not see what i
thought that i would never see,
so stop it stop it now before i get bored,
and got back to you like the shieth to the sword,
new wave, no wave, how wave can you be?
when your already the toast of the town...
a white skirt, skin; golden brown...
theres only one way to skin a cat
like you its with rap and r&b not jazz and blues,
cause you cant bump in grind like i know you like to do, with louie armstrong or led belly blues,
and im breathless as the photos unfold on my 366
and now i sing a new song,
reporting on the ways of things that hurt the most and never seem to go away, this what we call love?