Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is ok
The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene
There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean

The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in that is anything grey

Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day

Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythings looking good

There's been no permanent damage done

Yeah August 8th came right when it should

Poor Jeff

Poor little

Timmy turtle

Staying home on such a beautiful day