So you sold me out
And you sold your brother out again
The sun shines all the time
And my grass is always green
And people don't seem to mind
When I don't say what I mean, yeah

From this far away
It kind of looks like rain
Get back inside
It's coming down

Spoken:
Now let me ask everyone to just standby for a moment here
Here are the marks. Good
It may look good it certainly feels unnatural

From this far away
It kind of looks like rain
Get back inside
Its coming down