It Cant Rain All the Time
Light years flash before my eyes
My hands on the trigger of a smoking gun
Shatterer of worlds I have become!
We'll burn the sun tonight
Light up the skies and watch the flames
We'll burn the sun tonight
Light up the skies and watch the flames
No more days no more nights,
Cause we'll burn the sun
Devastion is calling me
Dare forces conspire against thee
Who will sit on the vacant throne
To govern a kingdom of burning bones
Begining to See the Light
(Reed)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties