Cosmic Bos - Here's Tom with the Weather

The Beatles were so high they let Ringo sing
The LA riots happened because Rodney King
Got beaten senseless by some corrupt cops
George Floyd proves this cycle never stops
The revenues so high they let the slime breed
If you have a message then you won't succeed
And Hicks was armed with smoking shotguns
Angels like that never give out refunds
Hey Bill, you were right
Turning on the vermin every single night
Add a punchline so they maybe listen
Open conversation is servilely missing
Yes Bill, it's still true
Disassociation, no one's got a clue
What you reading for? Do you think you're clever
Life is just a ride, now here's Tom with the weather
Hendrix was so high he was splitting mountains
Overdosed toast from the youthful fountains
Like U.F.O's over backwards towns
Show independent thought and they will hunt you down
Hey Dave, let a man speak
His message was important, just intensely bleak
Rational thinking is a skill worth sharing
Asking questions isn't being daring
Hey Bill, we miss you
Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew
What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour?
Life is but a dream, now here's Tom with the weather
How about a positive drug story on the news
Last night, a young man on acid realised
That all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration
That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively
There is no such thing as death
Life is only a dream
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Here's Tom with the weather
Here's Tom with the weather
Hey Bill, you were right
Turning on the vermin every single night
Add a punchline so they maybe listen
Open conversation is servilely missing
Yes Bill, it's still true
Disassociation, no one's got a clue
What you reading for? Do you think you're clever
Life is just a ride, now here's Tom with the weather
Hey Dave, let a man speak
His message was important, just intensely bleak
Rational thinking is a skill worth sharing
Asking questions isn't being daring
Hey Bill, we miss you
Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew
What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour?
Life is but a dream, now here's Tom with the weather

Written by:
Andrew Jackson, William Hicks

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